She does so, taking a sample. This time, it’s some kind of dessert. Eden’s always had a sweet tooth, and it shows. She moans, willingly drowning in the rich cocoa powder, icing sugar, and savoring the sourness of the raspberries baked in.
“Wow, that’s good,” she mumbles. She helps herself to a larger spoonful and sighs. “Mm, fuck me. More of where that came from, please.”
She swears she sees the tips of his ears turn red. He shifts in his seat. Her breath hitches when her eyes flit down towards the growing tent in his pants.
Oh?
“How would—” His voice cracks. He clears his throat and tries again. “How would you improve it?”
“Me?” she asks, her face flooding with heat. Her heart’s beating so hard and loud that she can’t think straight.
“Yes. You.”
Eden licks her lips. His eyes follow the motion. Her throat’s uncomfortably dry all of a sudden. “I think it’s kind of perfect, to be honest,” she manages to answer. “I’d serve it with a side of vanilla bean ice cream, but that doesn’t exactly scream fancy, does it?”
Alexander jots something else down. Eden really likes how his fingers look wrapped around his pen. The more she stares, the more she can imagine said fingers grazing against her cheek, dragging down waist, sliding down her legs to push her knees apart.
Good Lord, it’s hot in here.
“Are you going after a specific theme?” she asks, licking her spoon clean.
Alexander is most definitely staring. His nostrils flare as he glares at the utensil.
Is he… jealous of a spoon?
“No, not yet,” he answers finally, voice strained. “I’m just trying to determine my flavor palate first. I’m hoping the theme comes to me soon, though.”
“Is this a total overhaul of the set menu we have now?”
“Yes. Everything from hors d’œuvres to specialty cocktails to desserts. They just need to be new.”
“Ah, plenty of room to play, then.”
Alexander looks up at her, slightly wide-eyed. “Room to play?”
Eden shifts her weight from foot to foot. “You sound confused. Should I say it again slowly?”
He smirks. It’s such a rare sight that Eden’s heart almost bursts.
“I’ve never thought about it that way before, is all.”
She shrugs. “I mean, yeah. Coming up with new recipes is always fun, isn’t it?”
“Fun?”
“Mm-hmm. Ever heard of it?”
Eden says this like a joke, but Alexander doesn’t react in the slightest. In fact, he looks deep in thought. Maybe even troubled. Before she can ask what’s bothering him, Alexander stands.
“What did you eat for breakfast this morning?” he asks.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“I usually sleep in and miss breakfast entirely, so yeah. It’s not a big deal, though.”
“Then what did you have for lunch before you got here?”
