“I amthebest chef in town.”
“Hell yeah, you are,” Harley says, and Jules grins at him, holding out a spoon for Harley to taste it.
I watch as Harley’s lashes flutter, and I sigh with jealousy. I’m not sure if I should stay for this weird mating ritual they have going on, but I can’t seem to look away.
I have no idea why they aren’t together. Everything seems so…easy for them.
Unlike with Wylder and me.
To be honest, I was half expecting to walk into the office and find it empty after what happened this morning. Wylder surprised me again though, sitting in his usual spot and ignoring my existence.
Like he hadn’t watched me jack off just thirty minutes before. Yes, I was late, but that was his fault. After the way he stood watching me, how he grabbed my calf and commanded me tocome…
I had to get off in the shower all over again. Which made me late.
His fault. Not mine.
Harley’s lips twitch as he checks out what’s inside the oven. “You made the tarte for dessert?”
Jules waves a spoon in the air mischievously. “Of course I did. Only for the finest of guests. It was such a hit last time.”
Harley grins at Jules. “It sure was ahit.”
The memory clicks. “Ooh, is this the same kind of pie that Ansel introduced to Candace’s face last time?”
“It is not a pie,” Jules comments loudly, which I take to mean yes. I bite back a giggle.
I can see why Harley likes this chef.
Harley links his arm through mine. Jules’s gaze falls to where our bodies connect. His eyes narrow before he quickly turns to the food sizzling on the stove. “You need to go to the dining room. Everyone awaits, and the appetizer is almost ready.”
Harley gives him a salute and then pulls me down the hallway toward the dining room. “Well, at least we know the food will be good, even if the company won’t be.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
His smile slips. “Didn’t Wylder tell you?”
My stomach tightens. Wylder barely looked at me all day, let alone said anything. “No.”
“Candace is joining us.” Harley gives a long-suffering sigh. “If she behaves like she did last time, I may shoot her.”
I shiver. Knives I can handle, but any mention of guns makes me squirm. “I’d rather not get blood on my shirt.”
Harley laughs merrily. “Don’t worry, I’ll behave. Besides, Wylderwill be upset if I kill his girlfriend, and I don’t want to be given the shit jobs for the next decade.”
Girlfriend. Yeah, right. I’d bet every cent in my meager bank account that their relationship is fake. I’m learning more about Wylder every day, and everything I’ve learned points to him being a very loyal man.
And you know what a loyal man wouldn’t do? He wouldn’t watch his assistant jerk off naked.
“At least things will be interesting tonight,” Harley continues. “They were the last time she ate dinner with us. Wylder promised she wouldn’t be present at any more of these, but for some reason, he’s changed his mind.”
I accept the proffered glass from Harley’s hand and take a sip, making a face when I realize there are no bubbles in the wine. I prefer my wine fizzing on the way down. “Was this the incident where she was rude to Ansel? And also, how expensive is this wine?”
“Very expensive, and yes, she was rude to practically everyone, especially Jules. That’s when Ansel shoved the pie—I mean, tarte—into Candace’s face.” I snort, and Harley grins at me. “Jules was very upset at being insulted, but was happy with the end result. Said it was the perfect balance of texture and humiliation.”
That makes me grin happily. I would have loved to have seen that. “And I assume that’s why he’s making it again tonight?”
“Yes, he’s…” He groans and grabs the wineglass back, taking a long sip. “God, he’s something else.”
