“You did?” Damn, the man is swoony.
“Yes. Enjoy it. Get pampered.” He kisses me on the head, nods at Scarlett, then goes upstairs.
“Holy shit,” she whispers to me. “One, I’ve never seen him dressed like that. And two, he kissed you in front of me.”
I bite my lip, grinning.
“And three, he’s treating us to thespa!”
I laugh and take her hand, leading her into the kitchen.
“Best night ever,” I tell her, offering her some bruschetta. “Here, eat this to start, and tell me what you think.”
“Oh God, it smells so good in here. Do I smell brownies?”
“They’re in the oven for dessert.”
“What else are you making? Show me everything.”
I take ten minutes to show her the sauce, the pasta, the breads, and all the things I’ve been sweating over this afternoon.
“Okay, really. Eat this and tell me if it’s good.”
She takes a bite of her appetizer and closes her eyes. “Marry me. Leave the hot, rich guy and marry me, Lu.”
“I heard that,” Rome says, walking into the room while finishing with his tie. He drapes his jacket over the back of a stool and picks up some bruschetta of his own.
“You’ll understand when you take a bite of that,” Scarlett assures him, not sorry in the least. She looks so adorable in her skinny jeans and a slouchy black sweatshirt that shows off one shoulder. Her bra is lacy and blue, and her hair is in a high pony, off her clean face. There’s no makeup in sight.
I think she’s gorgeous.
Rome takes a bite, and his eyes fly to mine. “Wow.”
“Okay, you guys are just inflating my ego.” I get to work dishing up three helpings of the pasta and pass them around. This sauce is my specialty. “Here you go.”
“We can’t go to the spa,” Scarlett says around a mouthful of pasta, shaking her head. “We have to spend the night at the gym because I’m eatingall of this.Oh God. Are you a chef or something?”
“I took culinary classes.” I shrug and look at Rome, who’s staring at me while he chews. “And I had a greathousekeeper and cook at home growing up. Oh, and I made homemade vanilla ice cream to go with the brownies.”
Rome’s eyes narrow.
“What’s wrong?”
“Absolutely nothing.”
I tip my head to the side, but before I can ask him anything, Luke comes through the door, followed by Julian, Mateo, and Carson, along with who I assume are their seconds-in-command.
The penthouse is suddenly filled with huge, scary, dangerous, and beautiful men, all armed to the gills.
“Holy shit,” Luke says, taking in the spread.
“Grab plates,” I tell them all. “There’s plenty here.”
I rattle off what everything is, and no one has to be told twice. Rome looks irritated.
“Don’t get used to this,” he grumbles. “She’s not doing this for you assholes all the time.”
“Wow, pretty bartender,” Carson says with a wink. “You did this for me?”
