“And me and your new assistant will find the corgis. It will be a beautiful wedding!” Mika said, herding her family out.
As soon as they left, Elsie rounded on Evan.
“Tasting menu is triple the price. And I’m throwing in a bitch tax on that too.”
“Just tell me if she requests any exotic animals,” Evan said, running a hand through his hair.
“I can make chicken taste like anything you want,” Elsie told him grimly. “One bride said she wanted to serve zebra and wouldn’t believe me when I said that zebra meat wasn’t black-and-white striped. So I used chicken and a special grill to stripe it, and the bride was happy to eat ‘zebra meat’. I’ll leave the snacks,” Elsie said, patting me on the shoulder. “You might want to send some to your sister,” she told Evan.
“I’ll send you a revised contract,” I told Evan after my friend left.
He came over to wrap his arm around me. “I know what you’ve been waiting for this entire time,” he said, kissing my neck.
“Oh god, was I that obvious?” I said, shrugging him off, grabbing a plate, and loading it with Elsie’s fabulous food.
Evan gaped at me. “I meant me!” he said. I looked up at him, my mouth stuffed full of seafood salad.
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Ivy
“Oh, right.”
“Oh, right?”
“Food is my stress relief,” I explained, taking another bite.
“I thought I was your stress relief.”
“You cause me nothing but stress.”
“And orgasms,” Evan added.
“And that.” I nodded, stuffing a lobster roll into my mouth. Now that I was alone with Evan, I wasn’t sure if this was the best idea. Imogen already had decided I was out to get her. This thing with Evan could blow up.
I ate two crab cakes at once.
Evan quirked an eyebrow. “I’m a little disappointed your all over that food more than me.”
“Food doesn’t judge me,” I said, scooping a spoonful of truffle mac ’n’ cheese onto my plate.
“When have I judged you?”
“I don’t know.” I squirmed. “You might think I’m easy or a tease.”
“I mean, you are a tease,” he said in that deep voice that was seriously competing with the cheesy pasta for my undying love and loyalty. “You’re all I’ve been able to think about,” Evan said.
I took another bite of pasta.
“I can totally fuck you while you eat,” Evan offered. “I’m willing to share.”
“That’s a choking hazard! Which is why I can’t believe that Ida is selling that chocolate sex sauce,” I said around a crab cake. “That’s definitely a choking hazard.”
“As much as I have fantasized about your perfect mouth wrapped around my cock,” Evan said, “I want even more to come buried in your pussy.”
“You could do both.” The food had worked its magic. The stress of Imogen had floated away, and all of the salt, acid, and heat of the food had jump-started the pleasure portion of my brain, which was now convinced that Evan would make the perfect dessert.
He is sexy. Would it be so bad?
