“Good girl.”
Ugh. How was she supposed to finish the day like this? Needy and wet and ready to hump her own hand? She was just about to ask about the mussing-up-in-the-bathroom idea, but Ambrose cut in.
“Here comes the food.”
The chef placed two plates in front of them with heaping piles of pasta that looked and smelled delicious. Still, she was distracted.
Ambrose scooped a bite then stopped and looked at her. “Why are you pouting?
The chef had left, and no one was within earshot.
“I’m horny, Sir.”
He laughed. “Poor girl. That’s what you get for teasing me.”
Obviously, she wasn’t going to get any mercy from him. She growled and stared at her food.
“Eat. The chef made it just for you. You still have a long day. I’m not letting you leave until you eat.”
“Yes, Sir,” she grumbled with a mock salute.
His eyes narrowed. “We’ll address that over my desk later.”
Her stomach thunked and her whole body felt like it turned to Jell-O. Slowly, she picked up her fork, trying to clear her mind of all the dirty thoughts flipping through it. Fuuuuuck. Why did she have to open her big, bratty mouth? Now she’d be thinking about that desk for the rest of the day.
They fell into silence as they ate the cheesy pasta mix on their plates. Though she stayed horny, her thoughts drifted from sex to food. The dish was amazing. Each ingredient blended perfectly with the others. She found most cheese dishes to be greasy, but this was just perfect.
It wasn’t long before she’d finished more than half of the heaping portion on her plate.
“How do you like it?” Ambrose asked, polishing off his.
“It’s really good!”
He smiled genuinely.
“But I’ll pay for my half. It’s only fair, especially since you have to replace your phone.”
Rolling his eyes, he placed his fork by his plate. “This is a date. You’re not even paying for your water. Now shut up and keep eating.”
“Rude!” she teased. “I’m full though.” At his glare, she said, “Seriously. It’s too much. I’ll take it home for tomorrow.”
He seemed satisfied with that and took it upon himself to get to a to-go box from the back. After working out some kind of arrangement with the chef, he told her everything was paid for and walked her to the door.
“I think I’m booked solid from one to four,” she told him as they headed back to the salon. “But you can come after and I’ll do your hair.”
“Nah. Not today. Just let me know when you have an open spot later this week.”
“It’s no big deal. I can take you at four.”
“No.” He playfully nudged her. “I need you well-rested for tonight.”
“Oh really?” Chuckling, she said, “What if I need you well-groomed for tonight?”
He frowned at her. “Heyyy. You’re not attracted to me with shaggy hair?”
She sighed wistfully. “You’re hot no matter what. It’s not fair.”
When they reached the salon, he yanked her up against him, leaned down and kissed her, hard and long, until she couldn’t breathe. When he stopped, she turned and realized they were right in front of the big window and all her coworkers were watching.