I slowly slide the peeler across the carrot. "You don't kn
ow him."
"I saw him at the club for months before I met you there." If his comment is meant to enrage me, he's hit a home run.
"Drew." I turn around and dangle the carrot only mere inches from his nose. "What's your problem?"
He bats it away and we both watch it tumble to the floor. "Guys like that are bad for girls like you."
I feel like I'm listening to my father give me the talk before I went to high school. "I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."
He smirks. "You're just like all the rest of them."
"The rest of who?" My eyes briefly land on the peeler in my hand. If I don’t start getting along with him, I'm never going to move up the internal ladder in the kitchen of Axel NY.
He reaches forward to run his hand down the front of my chef's jacket. I don't miss how his hand lingers a touch longer than it should near my breasts. "Jess. I'm saying this strictly as your friend."
I nod. "What is it?" The carrots unfortunately aren't going to peel themselves and I'd like to take a break sometime this year so I need him to spit out whatever vile thing is sitting impatiently on the edge of his tongue.
"You're like really," his nostrils flare slightly as he leans in very close to me. "You're really ripe. You have this aura that screams, I want you to fuck me."
I push back away from him so harshly that I almost tumble backwards into the large sink I'm assigned to work at. "You can't say those things to me."
"He fucked you because your body was asking for it." His tongue glides slowly over his bottom lip. "It was screaming the same thing to me when we danced that night and when we had a drink after I got you this job."
There it was. The icing on the Drew cake. He thinks I owe him because he set me up for an interview.
"You know this is completely inappropriate, right?" I glance behind him to where the kitchen manager is standing, staring at us.
"I know that once he's done with you and he's moved on to someone new, you're going to come crawling back to me."
"Don't bet on it," I mutter under my breath as I turn back around.
***
"Who knew Drew had it in him?" Rebecca turns the corner and almost walks face first into a man walking briskly down Broadway.
"He's a creep." I pull my hair into my hand. The wind today isn't making it easy to get around Manhattan on foot. I shrug. "It's weird. I swear he has this inner issue with Nathan. Like he's completely pissed off with him over something else and he's projecting that onto me."
She stops dead in her tracks. "When did you become Dr. Phil?"
I laugh at loud at the comparison. "I don't have a moustache." I push my lips out.
"You should find a new job." She weaves her way through a throng of school kids walking towards us.
"No way," I raise my voice so it carries over the traffic noise. "I need that job and he can go fuck himself."
"I'll volunteer. He can fuck me. I'm totally into hard-ass, arrogant, douche bag chefs."
Chapter 14
"Christ. Jessica. Jesus." The words tumble from his mouth and into mine. "I swear to God I could come right now."
I lean back and ram my hips down onto his cock. A small moan ripples through my body. "Only this one time, Nathan."
"Sure, whatever the fuck you say." He raises his arms above his head to grip the back of the couch. The sight of his biceps flexing only pushes me closer to the edge.
"You work out." I don't mean to say it out loud. Why would I say that?