Because Shalimar had no interest in the place. I slowly lost interest in the restaurant myself.
Well, now I’m very interested in working on this place. You sly devil, Giorgio.
He was always a sneaky bastard. He’d kept Gwen as secret as much as he could. Telling me a little about her, but not too much.
You never said she was sexy as hell.
Giorgio urged me to meet her, but never really pushed the topic. Eventually, he offered to help me, by being the middle person between us. No big deal. Just a cousin helping a cousin.
Hands off, Giorgio. This one’s mine. She’s my chef after all. Stand aside.
There was something enticing about Gwen.
She noticed me watching her. “Oh. I’m cleaning up. I’ll have the food to you in a minute.”
“Cool.” I needed to get closer to her. “I can help.”
“No worries.” She waved me away. “I’ve got it.”
That you do.
I drank her in as she twisted away.
Nice fat ass. I should be lucky Giorgio hasn’t bent you over in the supply closet yet. Or did he? He’s already banging the waitresses.
She wiped the stove where a couple pots were roasting something delicious. The position offered me a tantalizing view of her profile.
Oh, the things that I can do to that body. Perhaps, you’re just what the doctor ordered. A nice distraction from Shalimar.
My heart ached to even mention her name. I pushed Shalimar out of my mind the best I could and focused on Gwen.
There’s no reason to think about Shalimar now. I’ll be right in front of her face soon.
I swallowed.
Jean-Pierre had questions.
And if she didn’t answer them? No. Move on. Look at Gwen’s titties.
Louis’s voice came from behind me. “Would you like to sit down, Rafael? It’s better to stalk Gwen from the stool.”
She laughed “Very funny, Louis.”
“It’s true,” he whispered.
I walked over to where he was and sat in the stool next to him.
When she walked off, I leaned my head his way. “Don’t even think about it.”
“I called her first,” he whispered back. “Ask Giorgio.”
I kept my voice down. “I’m not asking you or him anything. She’s my chef.”
“But not your slave.”
She returned. “Oh, Louis. I forgot to tell you. I figured you would be picking it up, so I made you some extra.”
I grinned. “And me?”
“Oh.” She opened her mouth in shock. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. . .you would be here. . .uh. What do you like?”
I am a loser.
Louis waved her question away. “Don’t worry, Gwen. He’s not hungry anyway.”
“I am.”
“I can make something quick,” she said.
“No.” Louis shook his head. “We don’t have the time. We’ll grab him a burger or something. He’ll be fine.”
“Well I made a huge amount for you, Louis.” She gave him a soft smile. “So, maybe you can share some with him?”
“That’s sweet.” Louis grinned like a silly teen with a crush. “You didn’t have to do that.”
She winked, and that seductive voice flowed out. “I know you like the sauce, so I put in extra.”
When she turned around, Louis focused his attention on that plump bottom pushing against the skirt. The silly grin returned. He licked his lips. “I do like it. A whole lot.”
I nudged him. “Knock it off. And did you hear the part about sharing?”
“No. I don’t think she said that.”
She glanced over her shoulder. “Mr. Laurent, I’ll be done soon.”
Mr. Laurent? I can’t get a Rafael? Well…I never formally introduced myself.
“Call me, Rafael.” I rose, walked over, and extended my hand, but she’d already turned back around. Still, I stood out there with it extended, hoping that she’d look back and see it. My fingertips were greedy to touch her.
It had been a long rough night, and this morning would prove to be even longer.
Louis snorted and gestured at my hand.
Shut up. I’m just being nice.
Humming, she left the stove and walked over to large cabinets. She still hadn’t noticed me. Her heels clicked on the mirrored floor.
That was the moment I realized that mirrors covered it.
“Hold on.” I put my hands down. “What happen to the koi fish tiles in here?”
Searching for something in the cabinets, Gwen bent over, pushing out that plump behind. My cock jerked in my pants. Words had come out of her mouth, but I hadn’t captured any of them.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “What did you say?”
“Oh.” She pulled out a few to-go containers and placed them on the counter. “Giorgio made the call to change the floors, after you assigned him to interior design. He decided to get rid of the koi fish in here.”
Giorgio is lucky he’s in the hospital. And mirror tiles? I expected more style from you, Giorgio. And you were not assigned to interior design!
She walked back to the stove, and that was when I realized why he’d put them there. With a good tilt of the head, one could get a tiny glimpse of her bare thighs and a second peek at pink panties.