Cloak and Silence by Sherrilyn Kenyon

Author:Sherrilyn Kenyon
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance, Science Fiction, Fantasy
ISBN: 9781491089286
Publisher: Createspace
Published: 2013-08-09T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 7

Ture froze as he took a minute to watch Maris interacting with his staff. For the last three weeks, they’d been together night and day, almost without interruption. It still amazed him that Maris had yet to get on his nerves. He’d never been with anyone for this amount of time without having at least one argument over something.

And the staff loved Mari.

Even Bertram, and Bertram hated everyone.

His hands covered by rubber gloves, Maris stood at the sink, helping to rinse dishes since one of the dishwashers had become ill and had to leave early. Dressed in his high neck black riding suit with white reflective stripes, Maris was an odd sight with the white apron covering it. The stitched quilted leather that protected Maris’s body whenever he rode his airbike hugged every inch of his muscled physique and cupped his ass in a way that should be illegal. Damn, he looked so rugged and masculine that it was hard for Ture to breathe.

Best of all, Maris had started growing his hair out for Ture. And since he hadn’t shaved in two days, he had a gorgeous shadow of whiskers that didn’t help Ture’s hard-on in the least.

“You are so in love with him,” Anachelle whispered as she paused by his side.

“That obvious?”

She nodded. “You are absolutely licking him with your eyes.”

Laughing, Ture shook his head at her. “You’re terrible.”

“Hey, I’m not the one mentally molesting the poor man who’s trying to wash dishes for you.”

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s a bad idea to harass your boss?”

“No. I must have missed that email.” Wrinkling her nose playfully, she headed back to her corner to fold napkins and sort silverware.

Ture went over to the oven and pulled out his latest experiment. At least once a week, he tried something new. Luckily, it smelled good. He cut a small piece off and took it to Maris so he could be his guinea pig.

Maris pulled his gloves off before he dutifully opened his mouth and allowed Ture to place it on his tongue.

“Well?”

Maris chewed it then frowned.

Ah, crap. He’d never done that before. Ture deflated. “What’s missing?”

“Something… .” Maris bent his head down and kissed him fiercely. Pulling back, he smiled. “Yeah, that was definitely the missing ingredient.” He winked. “It’s perfect. Delicious. You need to try it.”

Ture handed him the fork to wash and had started back for the roast when he saw a waiter who looked like he was about to cry. He diverted course toward him. “What’s wrong?”

Tyryn sighed. “Obnoxious customer.”

His vision darkened at those words as Tyryn reached for two plates and set them on a serving tray. “Are those for that table?”

He nodded. “Maybe the fourth time’s the charm.”

“Fourth?”

“It was undercooked. Over cooked. And then too cold.”

Ture took the tray from his hands. “Here, I’ll deal with it. You take a half hour and unwind. I’ll get Glee to cover your section … Which table?”

“Thirty-four, and thank you, boss.”

“No problem.” Ture headed for the door to the dining room.

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