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them. Her father had been the only one who enjoyed her culinary experiments. But Richard had spent years in Europe in probably a very expensive boarding school. If someone could appreciate her love of cooking, of what she wanted to cook, it would be him. She was so glad now she d been correct. Crap? Richard asked, showing his surprise. This is the best meal I ve had in years. She shrugged. They re more into mostly raw steak, beef stew, and anything covered in spaghetti sauce. He made a tisking sound. I bet you make homemade spaghetti sauce, though. Of course. But the more it tastes like Ragu, the happier they are. Richard shook his head in obvious disgust. You re wasted on them. What did you make them today? She bit her tongue, trying not to smile. It was futile though. She laughed. I m still mad at them. Although only two were there, they were all in on it. She shook her head. So they re going to have to suffer through my wrath. Richard chuckled. And that would be& ? Liverwurst and limburger sandwiches. And just because they all hate them, salt and vinegar chips to go with it. Good Lord. What s for dinner tonight? She laughed. I haven t decided yet. Possibly nothing. A woman scorned, huh? She stared at the cut on his lip and frowned. They had no business doing what they did. Not to you or anyone else I might want to kiss. They followed me there because they didn t trust me. None of them wanted to go to the ball, so I went alone. Yet they show up anyway and act like animals. They thought they were protecting their little sister, Richard said in a gentle voice. I m not a baby. He nodded. Believe me, I know that. His gaze moved down her body and lingered on her chest a moment too long, making her face grow hot. She wore a respectable sweater, but that didn t seem to stop him from seeing what lay beneath. She stood up. I should be going. I have to& um& Come here, Sylvia, he said softly. When she didn t move, he pushed his chair back from the desk and crooked his finger at her. Her heartbeat quickened, and she took the few steps to round the desk. He turned his chair toward her, slipped his arms beneath her knees, and lifted her right onto his lap, her legs dangling over the padded arm of the chair. Her breath caught at the quick strength he exuded. Richard smiled at her. I told you I had a talk with your brothers, and they can keep their jobs because what happened last night was personal, not work related. She clasped her hands together on her lap and nodded. He was so close, and she could smell a sweet, spicy scent she hadn t noticed the night before. Probably because all of her other senses had been so overloaded. His cheeks were smoother than they had been last night, and she wanted to touch them. But I also told them that I planned to call on you, ask you out for a proper date. Her eyes widened as she met his gaze. You did? He nodded. I think you are a very special woman, and I d love to spend more time with you, get to know you better. A smile spread over her lips. I d like that. You would? She nodded. But what did they say when you told them that? Nothing. What can they say? You re not a little girl anymore. I m sure they ll have a lot to say when they get home tonight. She frowned. He laughed. I m sure they will, but you can stand up for yourself. And I m sure they ll want a return to raw steak, beef stew, and anything covered in spaghetti sauce. She smiled. He gazed at her. You deserve to have everything you want. She licked her lips and glanced at his. What she wanted was for him to kiss her again. Does it hurt much? What? Reaching up, she traced her fingertip over the bruise. No. Not at all. I ve had worse, believe me. She looked into his eyes again and thought she could drown in them. When? When what? When did you have worse? He laughed. You mess up my mind, Sylvia. And that s a story for another time. Your soup is getting cold. There s a microwave in the break room. Why wouldn t he kiss her? Is there something special you d like me to make for you? I can cook French, Italian, German His mouth covered hers. Thank goodness! He was more demanding today than he d been the night before. His tongue swept into her mouth, stealing her breath, possibly her very soul. She moaned, unable to stop the sound, and wound her arms around his neck. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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