Page 15 of Hard and Unprotected
“Sure thing. She’s Cordon Bleu-certified, and can make everything from the most delicious Italian to Asian fusion. Who knew? I thought Cordon Bleu meant French food only, but I was wrong.”
She nodded, cheeks flushing.
“I’m sure it’s amazing,” the girl murmured, looking at the chicken cacciatore. “It smells amazing.”
My chin nodded.
“Take a seat, sweetheart,” was my rumble. “Enjoy.”
And the brunette lowered herself gracefully into a chair, those plump curves lush and generous. But then she smiled at me.
“This is all really nice, thank you. I appreciate the effort.”
My heart thumped. How many girls take the time to thank you before a meal? Most ladies can’t be bothered, studying their nails critically or even worse, eyeing the food like it’s poison. But this brunette was totally different. She was grace and elegance, her sweet ways out in the open.
So I went for it.
“You should cook for me some time,” was my rumble. “I’d love to taste.”
Most women would be horrified. Ladies in New York don’t cook, they have jobs. Or they don’t like getting their hands dirty and nails chipped. But Maggie was completely different.
She blushed and dropped her eyes to her plate.
“I’d love to,” was her murmur. But then her eyes flew up to mine, sparkling with mirth. “But I’m all about comfort food. Casseroles, mac n’ cheese, sloppy joes. Do you like that kind of stuff?”
Please, I’ve got an appetite like a monster. That was exactly up my alley. You can eat at five-star restaurants sometimes, but not all the time. The butter and oil will kill you, cholesterol clogging your veins.
So I grinned.
“Sloppy joes are my fave,” was my low growl. “It’s been a while, but I used to always order them at school.”
The brunette giggled then.
“I can’t even imagine it,” she said. “Evan Lincoln, his chin covered with sauce? It seems impossible.”
Oh, it was possible. And I wanted more than meat sauce covering my chin. I wanted her hot pussy honey, the nectar that flowed between her legs. My dick jerked under the table, making itself known once more.
But these thoughts were wrong. It was too early. Maggie deserved a good meal before the scene got raunchy. So I plastered a smile on my face, even with my dick stiff as a rod beneath the tabletop.
“Please, eat.”
I poured some rum punch for both of us. And only once she picked up the fork, did I start on my own food.
“So, tell me about yourself,” was my invitation. Perfect. The girl would never suspect that I was dying to pound her right now, to split open that creamy snatch and make it mine.
“Me?” she murmured surprised. “Well, there’s not much to tell,” she blushed. “I’m actually originally from Chromia, but I moved here a while ago to get my degree so I can one day be a vet. I’m taking classes the local community college.”
I frowned, thinking.
“Chromia? That’s a tiny country next to Switzerland, right?
She nodded.
“Yeah, we only have two million people, so we’re really small. I’m surprised you’ve even heard of us because most Americans I’ve met never have.”
I grin.
“Hell, most Americans have never even heard of half the countries in Europe. But my latest watch is Chromian-made,” I say, holding out my wrist. “You guys are known for your workmanship.”