“You don’t need to be dealing with a group of Doms when you come to work.”
“Then you hired me for the wrong job.” I am such a selfish asshole.
“Sorry, I just want you to feel comfortable.”
“I—” I cut her off before she has a chance to change her mind.
“Are you ready to see the finished product?”
“Yes! I’ve been giddy all morning.” She’s so cute.
“I went to the market first thing and got some great ingredients. I thought we could freestyle today.”
“Sounds like a plan. Oh my God, it looks amazing. I can’t believe I work here!”
“This is just the beginning of your story, Aspen.” I can’t take my eyes off her, delighting in her reaction to every detail as we walk the dining room before heading to the kitchen. “Now, grab your whites, and let’s get to work.”
“Yes, sir.” Why does the universe hate me? She’s fucking perfect in almost every way.
“Aspen, what have I told you?” It comes out more clipped than I intend, but I’m not prepared for the sly grin that spreads across her gorgeous face. She grabs the whites I brought for her and sashays past me.
“Sorry, Sir.” There’s no mistaking her intent, and it has me hard as a fucking rock. She’s playing with fire. I’m trying to be a good guy right now, but she’s making it incredibly difficult. She doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into.
Every day, I’m losing the war waging inside me when it comes to Aspen. I want her more than my next breath, and the more I get to know her, the more stunning she becomes. She’s a beautiful woman. Her gorgeous hourglass figure has me hard every fucking time I see her, but it’s so much more than that. It’s different with her. I’ve always been a sex first, feelings-later kind of guy. With Aspen, I look forward to walking her home, listening as she bubbles over with enthusiasm for the day we’ve just spent together in the kitchen.
I’m awed by her raw talent, and it makes me smile every time she nails a new dish. So eager to learn. I can’t help but wonder how well she would respond to learning to be a submissive. Her long black hair cascades down her back, and I imagine wrapping it around my fist. God, she’d be beautiful on her knees for me.
“Only working half a shift today, boss?” Aspen quips as I step into the kitchen. She gives me a sly grin, and it has me fighting the growing bulge in my pants. I need to fuck this woman. Maybe I can do the vanilla thing. The sex would still be fantastic.
Don’t do it.
I remember Dalton’s warning not to put myself in a position where I have to deny myself as a Dominant, but I’d try for this girl. It’s not like we wouldn’t have kinky sex. Everyone has a kink or two, but could I go without having my partner kneel for me, trusting me with every facet of her pleasure and pain? The answer is, I don’t know.
I’m consumed by her. Enchanted.
“I was picking up one of the ingredients for the dessert you’re going to make today.”
“Please tell me it’s your tiramisu.” Her face lights up, brightening the room.
“You mean my age-old family recipe that is reserved for family and a select few?”
“I’ll marry you if you give me that recipe.”
“So that’s all I’m good for? You’d put up with me for my food?” I move to her side, setting down the bottle I brought with me.
She turns to look up at me. “Maybe.” If I dipped my head right now, our lips would meet, and I crave that perfect pout.
“You couldn’t handle me, baby girl.” The words are out before I catch myself.
Her eyes find mine.
“I think it’s you who couldn’t handle me, Sir.”
“You’ve got to stop that. I only have so much self-control.” I pull back, going in search of everything I need for this recipe. When I return with an arm full of ingredients, Aspen bounces up and down. “Tiramisu!”
We pull out the necessary bowls in silence, the tension in the room palpable as I attempt to calm myself, but having her so close is torture. Walking her through the steps, I can see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, making it all the more difficult to resist.
“You’re doing it wrong.” I move to her back, placing my hand over hers. “It’s got to be lighter. You’re too heavy-handed with it.”
