Sweet Wishes

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes

MIDNIGHT SHOWCASE Erotic-ahh Digest Vol. 06-13

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes

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Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Published by Midnight Showcase PO Box 134 Orr’s Island, ME 04066 www.midnightshowcase.com Seven Courses of Sin, Copyright © 2006 by Anne Leland Creole Temptations , Copyright © 2006 by Emery LaRue Vacation For Desire , Copyright © 2006 by Linda White-Francis Recipe For Seduction , Copyright © 2006 by Tamara James Check It off the List, Copyright © 2006 by Bridghid Parkinson His Own Taste, Copyright © 2006 by Mae Powers

Names, characters, and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

ISSN 1-1555-5496 Vol. 06-13 Credits Cover Artist: Jinger Heaston Editor: Anne Smith Copy Editors: Jewel Adams & Mae Powers Printed in the United States of America

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SWEET WISHES, HOT DISHES Erotic-aah Digest What happens when yummy things go awry in the kitchen, or on a dinner date, or even at a barbeque? Hot dishes and hot passions sizzle, and sensually sweet wishes become a dessert to hunger for, day or night. Enjoy the temptation of these savory stories that'll wet your palate for more sinful goodies.

Seven Courses of Sin, by Anne Leland Hollywood’s top food critic is waiting, and Tia's soon-to-be-ex husband, Jake is at the door. The heat is rising, but can love sizzle again in the kitchen of Le Mesa?

Creole Temptations, by Emery LaRue Timothy and Jessica heat up the kitchens of Creole Temptations. Will their passionate cooking survive old ghosts spoiling the hot dishes of their love?

Vacation For Desire, by Linda White-Francis Teri accepts a date for dinner with David. She worries - will romance with a younger man be 'rocking the cradle' - or rocking the boat?

Recipe For Seduction, by Tamara James Zara's thinks her scrumptious neighbor Jim needs loosening up with some of her spicy cooking. She's got just the right dish in mind for him.

Check It Off The List, by Bridghid Parkinson Kayla met Gary, a chef, in her own backyard. Soon, she discovers a savory way of adding adventure to life and playing with her food.

His Own Taste, by Mae Powers What happens when a woman stands up two men at the same restaurant? Personal tastes for romance ensue with an unexpected twist. 4

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Seven Courses of Sin, by Anne Leland Hollywood’s top food critic is waiting, and Tia's soon-to-be-ex husband, Jake is at the door. The heat is rising, but can love sizzle again in the kitchen of Le Mesa? http://www.anneleland.com

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SEVEN COURSES OF SIN By Anne Leland

CHAPTER ONE The swordfish slapped against the counter with enough force to send its icy scales screaming through the air. Frozen. Shit! This couldn’t be happening. Less than an hour before the restaurant critic arrived and what did Tia have? Fish popsicles, a crate of fresh raspberries missing in action, and her soon-to-be-ex-husband snickering at her from across the room. Snickering. Jerk! He knew how important this review would be. One mistake, one smidgeon of an error, and they could kiss all their sheik California patrons goodbye. In the middle of the downtown Hollywood district, you either catered to the elite crowd, or the tourists and questionable locals. No in-between existed. The third alternative was to hang an “out of business” sign on the door and call it a day. She’d fought too hard to loose status now. Not to mention blundering into financial ruin. She wished she could walk over and cleave the smirk from his face. Who invited him anyway? Jake’s fifty percent ownership of Le Mesa didn’t mean bunk to her; he lost his entitlement to be involved in the restaurant the day he walked out on their five-year marriage. He promised to stay out of the way, out of her place. So why, of all days, did he pick today to show up? Who cared? 6

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes He didn’t care about her anymore. He made that point more than painfully obvious eight months ago. Eight months, two weeks, and three days to be exact. But who was counting? “Boil three pots of water pronto.” She picked up the fish and waggled it in the direction of her assistant, Mac. “We need all the steam we can get to defrost this bad boy. Nuke defrost as a last resort, if you have to.” Mac nodded, then waddled over to the corner stove. He always came through for her. Mac could be trusted. She tried to glare daggers across the room at Jake, but she was pretty sure she came off looking more like she’d swallowed something bad. Plopping the fish-icle back onto the counter, Tia walked to the back of kitchen and ducked into her closet-slash-office. No time to confront her ex. She had raspberries to hunt down. Her hand trembled as she reached for the Rolodex to find the phone number for the supplier. Who was she kidding? She was too chicken-shit to even say simple “hello” to Jake. One look into his cinnamon brown eyes would force her to remember all the times she’d loved him. Or maybe all the reasons she’d like to see him fry in a huge tub of turkey fat. Either way, the outcome would be painful. Tia plucked the card with the supplier’s phone number from the Rolodex, then reached over to pry the drawer open from the file cabinet squatting next to her desk, digging in search of the invoice record. Ouch! Damn! A shard of metal scratched her finger. She really needed to get new equipment. The cabinet was a great thrift store find at the time, but remained as decrepit as the day she and Jake purchased it. Constant use battered the exterior further, causing long, sharp frays of metal to jut out in precarious angles. She’d already cut herself countless times and vowed each time to junk the thing too. So, why was it still sitting there, threatening her and everyone that walked into the office? Why was Jake in her life, in her kitchen, still threatening to tear her apart faster than any metal contraption ever could? 7

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes She fumbled in the top drawer of the desk for a box of band-aids, ripped two open and clamped them over the scratch, now oozing with blood. The sight of the gooey red liquid sent her stomach into a spin. Don’t think about it. Just cover it. Damn, that thing was sharp. Didn’t help that she’d made things worse by prying the metal with a pair of pliers when the top drawer refused to open last week. She attacked the thing like it was… like it was… she ought to just throw it in the trash and be done with it! Closing her eyes and counted to ten, she attempted to ease her nerves with the calming technique her two-hundred-dollar-per hour Beverly Hills shrink charged her double for. Maybe Jake would take her quick exit as a hint and leave. She opened her eyes just as an all too familiar form appeared in the doorway, sucking away any iota of serenity she managed to seize. Not now. She couldn’t handle this right now. Why, God, why? **** The minute he stepped into the kitchen, Jake’s gut howled as if someone suckered-punched him straight in the abs. Even with a dust of flour on her cheeks and strands of curly black hair struggling to escape her chef hat, Tia shone with a beauty that no amount of Botox could supply. Her energy sparkled, lighting the whole room with passion and… distress. Something spun her into overdrive and it had little to do with the swordfish she had a chokehold on. The comical scene pried a chuckle from his lips before he could think to stifle it. Her brows furrowed deeper and a scowl formed. No doubt in his mind, she saw him. Jake wished he could walk across the kitchen, sweep her up in his arms, kiss the torturous look from her lips, and rediscover every inch of her flesh. He’d screwed things up royally. How could he think she’d even contemplate a step towards reconciliation? How could he even think she’d believe how much he changed? How could he think she’d want to have sex? Well, maybe she would. It was one arena they’d never failed in. He missed the taste of her. Probably more than he cared to admit. 8

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes The tangy scents of garlic and paprika swimming around the kitchen triggered a spiral of memories in his mind. When he and Tia met, they were kids freshly enrolled in culinary school, full of grandiose dreams of owning five star restaurants and creating masterpieces in the kitchen. They flew through their training with top marks, heating up the kitchen and sizzling in the bedroom–two kids, so passionate about food and each other set off the illusion of perfection. So caught up in the thrusts of the utopia love bubble, they married right before their graduation. Training as protégés under master chefs for the first three years was a cakewalk for both of them, sustaining the illusion. When they opened La Mesa, the shit fan of reality hit home. A year later, he bailed on her. He could blame it on the pressure, the long hours, the exhaustion, the close quarters of living together and working together, but in reality, he failed the one test life had thrown at him. Failed miserably and wound up hurting the one person he cared more for than anyone or anything. He’d left to “find himself”, to relax and reassess his life or some equally new-age bull-crap excuse he chose to buy into at the time. Spent six weeks traveling through Arizona, camping wherever he landed for the night, ending in the Grand Canyon where he found he felt very, very small. The deep chasms and never-ending rock gullies mocked him. “Who do you think you are?” they echoed. He learned there that God was incredibly big and in comparison, he was just a tiny piss ant without a clue. The next few weeks were spent at his brother’s place until he finally found a dingy dump of an apartment to hole up in. Somewhere in that muck, he did manage to find himself—find the man he was supposed to be, not the boy who ran away. Now, it was too late to take back the sins of the past. Or was it? If she still hurt, then she still cared. Didn’t she? He watched her flee towards the sanctity of her tiny office. The place she always chose to hole up in whenever he’d lost his temper or things got out of hand. The three assistant chefs, Mac, Sally, and Daniel glared at him as he strode after Tia. Let them try and stop him. 9

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Whatever it took, whatever hell she chose to dish back out to him, he needed to make things right again. Tonight. If he could.

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CHAPTER TWO With seven courses of hell-in-a-hand-basket crunching down, the last thing Tia needed was to be standing within inches of temptation. Seven months of keeping her distance refused to mar her fatal attraction for Jake’s lips. Perfect lips. Open and inviting, flashing instant memory trails across her skin. Lips that knew how to tease her into the most pleasurable of submissions. Lips from a mouth that spoke the words that grated her heart into the consistency of carrot shavings. His bulky frame filled the doorway. A quick escape was not an option. Her best bet was to try to get Jake to move. She arched her back, crossed her arms, and projected her best stance of indifference towards him. A trickle of sweat caressed the nape of her neck. “Whatever you want. Now is not a good time.” His lips parted in a shallow trace of the confident grin he once possessed. What happened to fade the lines? What happened to us? The urge to kiss the familiar flesh and wipe away the pain of the past wailed with such force, it nearly knocked the breath from her lungs. “I’m here to….” The words never made it out of his mouth as he was hit from behind by Mac’s two-hundred-fifty-pound-plus bulk. “He’s here!” As the three of them crowded into her insanely small office, her knee-jerk reaction to Mac’s announcement and Jake’s now entirely too-close-for-comfort proximity jarred her thigh into the sharp corner of the filing cabinet. An ear-splitting scream escaped before she could clamp down on the pain. 11

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “Whoa! It’s not that bad, calm down. We can handle this” Mac peered down at her through his flour-dusted lashes as if he were puzzling over a foreign ingredient. Tia stepped away from her metal attacker and a new stab of pain jolted along her thigh. Ow! Damn, double damn! A sticky warm sensation spread over the top of her leg, though she couldn’t be sure if it was from bashing into the cabinet or a reaction to Jake’s arms encircling her torso. A jolting throb of pain in her hip clarified the choice. Jake lifted her as if she were weightless, simultaneously barking orders at Mac to get out of the way and clear a spot on a counter. Mac’s eyes rounded like saucers as he scrambled to comply. She struggled, pushing away from Jake’s hold on her. “Let me down!” He ignored her protest and tightened his grip. “Hang on, babe.” The room spun a little as Jake shifted her weight, ran towards the kitchen, and slung her across one of the steel tables. “Get me some rubbing alcohol and a towel, now!” Mac raced over with a steaming set of linens fresh from the sanitizer. Bracing on her elbows to sit up, Tia looked down at the ribbon of red devouring her once khaki-colored pants just as Jake ripped the fabric open, wiped a swatch of rubbing alcohol over the wound, and pressed a fluff of white towels over it. Scream would not do justice to the sound of the guttural cry that escaped her lips. **** Things certainly were not going anywhere the way he imagined, and Tia rattling off a rapid chain of swear words he might expect to hear at a Biker bar, totally blew apart any lingering delusions. Jake pressed as gently as he could over the cuts, but his urgency to disinfect the area and stop her blood flow conflicted with his desire to spare her pain. “I’m fine,” she muttered. A cluster of kitchen help instantly surrounded the table and Liza, a sweet dowdy woman they’d hired when the restaurant opened, took hold of Tia’s hand while cooing to her in a soft voice lilted with the a stubborn trace of a German accent. “Has anyone called an ambulance?” 12

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “She doesn’t need one.” Jake never took his eyes from Tia, keeping a constant pressure on her wound. From somewhere next to him, Mac spoke up. “I sent Alex to do it.” “That’s crazy. Tell him to call them back and cancel it.” Confident now that the wound was more superficial than anything, Jake loosened his grip on the towel and lifted it to inspect Tia’s leg. “I don’t need an ambulance.” Tia scrunched her nose in reaction to the jagged cut on her leg now thick with congealed blood. “I’m barely hurt.” “Yeah, okay, babe.” “I’m fine, I’ve had a tetanus. I don’t have time for this. Just grab a bandage. You don’t understand.” He understood she’d never lose her stubborn streak, but then again, it’s one of the many reasons he loved her in the first place. “Judging by the size of this gash, I think you need a whole box of band-aids and a little R&R to keep it from splitting back open.” Tia stared down again at the bloody mess, her face draining of color as her body tilted towards him. Jake slipped his arm behind her to brace her back before she rolled off the table. She buried her head into his chest and the familiar scent of ginger and peaches from her favorite shampoo, tickled his nose with sultry visions. His cock went on auto-pilot, stiffening in response. Shit, how the hell could he think about sex at a time like this? How the hell could he not? With Tia curling into him like he’d never left her side, his repressed urges flipped into overdrive. Focus, man, focus. A siren wailed outside. Tia mumbled into the cotton of his shirt. He gently pushed away from her while still supporting her back and her wound. “I didn’t catch that. What’s wrong? What do you need?” “I don’t…” her face scrunched up in a contortion of pain, “I don’t… A hot stream of liquid doused over the front of his shirt, emphasizing the point. Don’t like blood, he finished the thought right as an ambulance team crashed through the kitchen, followed closely by a stream of patrons. The staff ineffectively battled back the crowd. Jake stared down at the front of his shirt. Gross. The last time Tia threw up on him, he married her. 13

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Maybe this was a good sign? He stifled his laughter to avoid aggravating the situation. Things were not going anywhere near to plan. A stout paramedic blipped off a line of questions, each of which Jake answered with casual ease. He surprised himself with how much he remembered about Tia’s medical history. She stared up at him with doe eyes. She had no idea he’d ever paid so much attention. As the paramedics dressed and treated the wound, Jake stepped back, ripped off his soiled shirt, and noticed a familiar face in the crowd of onlookers. A stylish man in his mid-forties, peering down the line of his nose as if he’d smelled something foul. Holy shit. That certainly explained Tia’s tizzy. She was being reviewed by the harshest critic of the LA Times. And here he was dumb enough to think he could still have that strong an effect on his wife. Where’d that masochistic bullshit come from anyway? He didn’t deserve her. Never did. Now he’d really gone and completely fucked things up. **** The paramedics patched her wound, sealing the ends of jagged cut with Steri-strips. Her stomach churned, threatening to spill another vile round. As many years as she’d been in the kitchen, she never could take any measure of excessive blood. Jake, then Mac after Jake had left her, always handled the dirty work. Jake. The heat from his touch still burned her body like a comforting flame, adding a contradictory welcome and unwelcome distraction to the pain of her fresh wound. Did the paramedics have a patch for her heart? And why, oh why, of all things, did Jake have to take his shirt off? The harsh glare of the kitchen light highlighted each chiseled slope of muscle in perfect definition. Tia wanted to reach out and rake her nails along the lean mass, gently scratching down the concave to reach under the beltline of his button-fly jeans and… Ow! A sharp sting in her thigh brought her plummeting back to the insane reality of her current situation. “We’re done ma’am,” the paramedic closest to her announced. “Are you feeling okay?” 14

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes She nodded a quick response. “Okay, good, there are a few forms I need you to sign here. You should try not to aggravate the wound and avoid getting it wet for a few hours. Then, just watch for signs of infection such as redness, heat, and excessive swelling. You may want to follow-up with your doctor this week.” He handed her a clipboard, explained the forms, and indicated where she should sign. Tia complied and thanked him for the help, all the while wondering if her day could get any worse. She was afraid to look around. The entire staff and half the patrons in the restaurant must be squished into the kitchen right now along with the paramedics. And Jake—shirtless. Jake, giving everyone a nicely tanned display of eye-candy galore. Of course, he was shirtless only because she puked on him. That little tidbit gave her a momentary pause of satisfaction. He totally deserved it. The paramedics packed up to leave and Tia realized most of the kitchen staff had already returned to their posts. Mac’s booming voice filled the kitchen “Show’s over folks. If you’ll kindly step this way, we’ll get you re-situated. You know how it goes in Hollywood here, always an exciting scene!” A roar of laughter followed as Mac’s charms won over the crowd. All but one of the crowd it seemed. A voice rose above the clamor of the exiting patrons. “What is going on here?” It took Tia only two seconds to figure out who the authoritative voice belonged to. She shifted her position on the countertop, right into the accusatory beady eyes of Bernard Willington a.k.a. restaurant critic of the Gods. “Where is Chef Eldon?” “Right here.” She and Jake proclaimed the statement in unison. The crease above the food critic’s nose deepened. “Well, which is it?” Jake stepped forward and extended his hand to Bernard before Tia could even open her mouth to answer. “I’m Jake Eldon, this is my wife, Tia. Welcome to La Mesa.” “Ex-wife,” she added. “Not ex, we’re still married.” Jake countered with a smile she couldn’t quite get a handle on. Was he happy about that, or just smug? “Soon to be ex-wife then.” She corrected for Wellington’s benefit, though she couldn’t quite bring herself to say the “D” word. 15

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Hadn’t brought herself to file for the “D” either. But why hadn’t Jake filed either? Her mind shut down before she allowed herself the speculation of an answer, and she re-focused her attention to the critic. The beady-eyed man stared at Jake’s still extended hand for a moment as if he’d just found an enormous cockroach wondering around the kitchen, then switched his disdainful gaze to her. “I don’t care to know the details of your marital strife.” The awful taste in her mouth soured to unbearable proportions. This couldn’t be happening. Surely, she must have been knocked unconscious from her injury and in a moment she’d wake up and Jake would be gone, Bernard Wellington would be seated in the restaurant anxiously awaiting her culinary magic, and all would be right within the walls of her kitchen again. Yeah, and Dorothy and her little dog, Toto would skip in with a basket full of raspberries too. She watched Jake retract his outstretched arm as casually as one could under the circumstances. He stepped towards the food critic, blocking Tia’s view of the little beady-eyed man. “Mr. Wellington. If you follow me, I’ll explain this minor mishap while I escort you, personally, to our best table. Please, follow me.” Tia watched with a mixture of awe and apprehension as Jake continued to schmooze and maneuver Wellington away from her and out of the kitchen. He picked up a clean chef’s jacket along the way, deftly slipping it on as he chatted up the critic. A soft sigh escaped her lips as the starched white fabric blocked the last of Jake’s torso from view. Stop that! Focus. She needed to focus. And not on things she’d never have, didn’t care to have, ever again. Liar. Wellington appeared to eat up the attention from her ex and she could imagine how he felt. Jake always had a way of charming his way out of a situation. But not with her. Not anymore. When he returned from the front of the restaurant, she’d demand he leave. And that would be the end of it. **** 16

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Jake gently pried the phone from Tia’s hand. “I’ll take care of it.” “You need to leave. I don’t trust you and I don’t need anymore of your help.” The harsh words split through his ribs like the edge of a serrated knife. Did he really think this would be easy? But come on, he had taken care of her cut and settled the food critic down. That should have gained him a few points, at least. Unfortunately, he caused the whole mess in the first place. So much for his theories. He knew she was currently cursing his very existence. He could see it in her eyes, and under the anger, he saw the pain he put there too. Damn. Why the hell did he ever walk out on her? What made him think he could ever walk back in? He’d waited too long. Took too long to grow up and get past his chicken-shit fears. Maybe he should leave? No! He had to try. Had to make her see. Without her… well, he didn’t want to think about the “without her” part again. He had to make her somehow understand that his whole frick’n existence meant next to nothing without her, and he’d just been too stupid to realize it before. “Look, I know we have a lot to discuss, but….” “We have nothing to discuss.” His first reaction was to argue, but fortunately his second reaction won over. “Let me just call in a favor or two and get the stuff you need. I know how important this is to La Mesa, and you’re already behind schedule. It’s my fault and the least I can do is help you get back on track. Then, I’m gone. Okay?” Her eyes rounded, no doubt in response to his admission of fault. Something he’d neglected to offer in their courtship, marriage, or separation. “Fine. Make the phone call, then I’d appreciate it if you’d leave.” She snapped the words, but her eyes brightened a little, contradicting the harshness of her statement. 17

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Hope. He saw a glimmer of hope there. What he wouldn’t give to see the pain completely erased from their depths, and fill her eyes to the brim with hope. What he wouldn’t give to see the wild fire that danced like flecks of gold around the hazel edges of her iris when she looked happy. Or the bright intensity they took on when she climaxed. If he closed the door to the office, maybe… The tight line of her lips squelched any fantasy of a chance he contemplated. First, he’d have to succeed on getting her past her anger. That could work. After all, wasn’t making up supposed to be half the fun? Maybe that’s where they really bombed out as a couple. Everything had been so contrite, no real fights. No makeup sex. Fine by him. He’d kiss and make up for the next fifty years if that’s what it took. “I mean it,” she narrowed her eyes to slits as if she could read every naughty thought racing through his brain, “Get the raspberries, then go.” She turned her back to him and limped out of the office. He’d make sure to kiss her boo-boos on his way up the curve of those sweet legs.

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CHAPTER THREE He apologized. Tia took a swig of mouthwash and squished the cool liquid around her mouth. Thankfully, she kept a stash of toiletries in the employee bathroom. Wrapping her fingers around the rim of the pedestal sink, she bent over and let the residual liquid wash down the drain. Her tongue tingled and burned with traces of the antiseptic as she patted her mouth dry with a paper towel. If only she could get rid of the memories with Jake as quickly as she could the vile taste from her mouth. He said he was sorry. No, he only said he was at fault. She needed to stop reading into the gesture as if it were some prophetic sign. But it seemed like a sign and he seemed to be saying so much more. Or it was a product of her wishful thinking? The same wishful thinking that prevented her from filing for a divorce and made her hold her breath every time someone rang her doorbell or a big envelope appeared in the mail. But the papers never came from his end either and deep in her soul, she’d constantly breathed a sigh of relief. She’d held onto hope and now that same hope was allowing her to let her guard down. For what? So he could make a fool of her again? Tia glanced in the dusty mirror above the sink and mouthed the words “not this time,” but her reflection didn’t believe the lie either. Disgusted with her weakness, she scrubbed her hands raw, dried them quickly, and left the sanctity of the bathroom to face her demons.

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Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes If she couldn’t slay back her love for Jake, at least she could take out her frustrations by whipping up the best damn dinner Bernard Willington had ever seen. Determination weighed her step, but an ounce of pain seared up her thigh from the march back into the kitchen. Despite her knee threatening to buckle, she kept up the stride, checking the progress of each station as she passed. The staff never ceased to amaze her. Each one carried on their responsibilities as if nothing had happened, as if today were any other day, and no critic waited outside to dissect their efforts. Of course they did. They were all seasoned pros, trained under her personal supervision. This was her kitchen, damn it. She would not let these people down. Not like Jake let her down. No sign of him now either. He must have taken the opportunity to slink off as he promised. What did he want to discuss with her in the first place? Nearing the grill, she saw Mac waiting for her with the freshly steamed swordfish splayed out on the table before him. “All ready for vu,” he sang. “Minimal nuking involved.” She smiled. “Thanks.” Things were beginning to look up. Her momentary happiness dampened when she saw Jake stroll out of the office. He walked towards her and her heart jumped, skittering to land somewhere in the proximity of the lifeless fish. “Fresh fruit is on the way, madam.” “Good. Then you can leave now, right?” “Not so fast. I promised I’d get you back on schedule and you still have this fish to fry.” He winked as if no hurt had ever passed between them. “Just go.” “Come on, please let me help.” Begging? First an apology and now he was begging? What did he really want? At that precise moment, reality slammed its fist between her eyes. A lot to discuss. He wanted a divorce. That had to be it. He came here tonight because he wanted to talk about divorce and he figured sweet-talking her and playing Mr. Charming would soften her up.

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Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Oh Lord, she wasn’t just a fool; she was the poster child of fools. Soon to be seen plastered on a billboard at the corner of Hollywood and Vine. **** The natural blush of Tia’s sparsely-freckled cheeks receded and for a moment Jake thought she was going to hurl again. Then quick as it paled, her skin fired up with a soft burn of heat. She wasn’t sick, she was mad. Well, she could get as angry as she wanted to. Whether he could convince her to take him back or not, he still needed to bail her out of this mess. Glancing around he noticed the Pimentón de la Vera on the counter alongside a variety of other ingredients and immediately knew the direction Tia was headed with the Swordfish. “I’ll grind the fennel while you make preps.” Her features softened a bit. “That’s not…” “Necessary. I know, but you’re already in a time crunch. Come on, let me help.” She drew in a deep breath and then offered him a hesitant nod of approval. Jake didn’t wait for her to change her mind. He turned and grabbed the seeds off a nearby shelf and went to work grinding them to dust while Tia brushed the swordfish with olive oil and mixed a variety of spices together for the rub. He wished for a moment she was brushing chocolate drizzle across his nipple and licking it clean with her tongue. Instantly his pants felt a little too tight. At that precise moment, Tia looked up at him and he swore she reflected the sentiment. It was probably a product of his illusions, lust… or better yet, his delusions. Why couldn’t this be as easy as simply taking her into his arms and planting a searing kiss neither one of them could refuse? He needed to tell her so much. How was he going to find the right words? As he poured the ground fennel into her spice mixture, the side of his hand brushed hers and this time the eye contact was undeniable. She unconsciously licked her upper lip and nearly sent him sprawling over the table in search of a taste. Tia slid the fennel and spice mixture over to the swordfish and generously rubbed the ingredients over the oiled flesh. His swollen cock strained at the seams of his khakis as he watched her fingers work their culinary magic. 21

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes She walked over to the grill to hand the fish to Mac, where he promptly placed it on a baking sheet atop the searing flames, then covered it to cook to perfection. Jake used the opportunity to stake a spot next to where he knew Tia would be returning. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice the obvious bulge under the mask of his chef jacket, but God forgive him, he had to get close to her. **** They all worked in a quiet dance. It was what Tia liked best about a well run kitchen, each person knew their series of steps and carried them out with silent communication—each one knowing the next move before their partner took the lead. She and Jake had their own special moves, a kitchen rumba only they knew. As they prepared the special dishes, she unwittingly fell into the rhythm. Focusing back at the task at hand, she artfully spiral cut a thin layer of skin from a white radish and tried to ignore the quickening rise of her pulse as his hip brushed against her. Who was she kidding? She wanted all of his body against her. Wanted to erase ever minute they’d lost in the dizzying stroke of his hands. She wanted him to work the curves of her body with the same urgency he used to, tantalizing every inch of her flesh. Tia watched Jake coax the leaves of Mache apart to form perfect shells for layering in the salad. “Magic fingers,” he’d tease her as he used them on her most delicate parts. She never failed to agree with his nickname for them, they produced magic of the most desirable kind. A metal clank on the floor jarred her back to the present. She looked down to find her pairing knife settled neared the front of her shoes. As she bent down to retrieve it, Jake’s voice trailed her descent, “I’ll get it, don’t strain your…” The twang of pain in her thigh caused her to snap back to a standing position, right smack into Jake. The jolt of the contact threw her off balance, straight into the wall of his chest. “Ow!” She muttered the word into the thin fabric of his chef jacket, acutely aware it was all that stood between her and his naked flesh. The breath stalled in her lungs as his arms instinctively wrapped around her. “You okay?” 22

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes She shook her head against his jacket, afraid to look up into his eyes where he might see the truth of her thoughts. Only five buttons stood between her and her hand running through the soft patch of hair trailing down across the center of his abs. He slid his finger under her chin and coaxed her chin upward. Before she could stop the momentum, his lips found hers. His tongue found the inner curve of her mouth and she responded with an aching hunger that rose up with such a force it nearly knocked her off her feet. A strange buzzing sounded in her ears, shaking her back to the reality of the situation. Oh my God, what the hell was she doing? Shaking, she stumbled away from Jake, wiping her lips on the back of her sleeve. The buzzer sounded again and it slowly crossed her consciousness that it was the sound of the delivery bell. Shit. She scanned the kitchen as she retreated towards the back wall to answer the bell. Everyone continued their prep work and barely offered her a glance, but in her heart she knew they’d witnessed the lusty display. They were all just too damn loyal and endeared to her to rub it in her face. What kind of game was Jake playing? If he wanted to divorce her, why the hell did he just land a Hollywood kiss and press a hardon into her thigh?

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CHAPTER FOUR Everyone in the kitchen held their breath as the platters of appetizers followed shortly by the salad were presented to the restaurant critic. All the bustle of the kitchen ceased as a nervous level of quiet took over. Paul, the waiter, was their only link to knowledge. Tia waited as the clock ticked it’s excruciatingly slow collection of minutes. Finally, the kitchen door swung open and Paul rushed in with his thumbs high in the air. Success! A low murmur of excitement swelled through the kitchen as the staff rushed back to their stations to finalize the third and fourth courses. Without thinking, Tia accepted Jake’s outstretched arms. She’d done her best to avoid him since their scalding kiss, but suddenly he was there, and she was back in his arms. Twice bitten. Pulling back, a blast of steam hotter than an over-boiled pot of pasta gushed up from inside and gutted her insides. “We’re done. Everything’s fine. Now leave.” The cold, matter-of-fact words left her trembling lips with surprising ease. The look on Jake’s face, however, burned its way into her soul. What the hell was his deal anyway? Did he want a divorce? Did he want reconciliation? Either way, he was plum out of luck. She turned her back on him and put the finishing touches on the swordfish. The waiter slid the plate from the holding area and carried it quickly towards the front of the restaurant, ensuring its timely delivery to the critic. Tia felt the heat of Jake’s presence behind her and her jaw clenched in automatic reaction. “Maybe you didn’t hear me.” “Tia, please.” It was the first time today he spoke her name aloud. She squashed the deep flash of memories and desire it conjured. “Leave.” 24

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “Not until you hear me out.” She whirled around just as he caught her upper arm. He gently coaxed her back towards her little office. Her anger brimmed with each step and half-way there, she dead stopped, causing him to turn back towards her. “I said leave.” The words left her lips in a hollow screech. “I’m not going in there with you, I’m not going anywhere with you. You lost that privilege a long time ago.” Tears struggled at the corners of her eyes with each blasting word. “Get the hell out of here, you bastard.” She even surprised herself with the last one. It felt good though, damn good to finally give him a piece of her mind. Suddenly, it just didn’t matter who was watching, what they thought of her, or whether it was prim and proper to contain her feelings. She was wounded. A woman scorned. A woman possessed. A woman about to free herself and chase the man, who broke her heart, the hell out of her restaurant. She grabbed the handle of a nearby pan, jerked it off the holder and flung it as hard as she could at Jake’s head. “Get out!” Unfortunately, she missed, but the look on his face was satisfaction enough. A light round of applause broke out behind her. Obviously, the kitchen staff agreed with her new-found enlightenment. Oh, yeah, I am woman, hear me roar you jerk! She plucked another pot from the rack and zinged it at Jake. This time, he dodged, but not before it connected painfully with his shoulder and then it fell and clanked along the floor. A wild grin spread across her face as tears blurred her vision. She reached out and flung two more pots in his direction. “Now go.” Jake just stood there gaping in disbelief. As she reached for the next one to emphasize her point, he rushed her, pinning her arms behind her. “I deserve it, but not now,” he whispered into her ear with a frantic pitch while he stared over her shoulder. Tia followed his gaze to the front of the kitchen where Bernard Wellington stood with his arms crossed across his chest and a gulley etched deep between his brows. **** 25

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “I can explain,” Jake said as the restaurant critic stomped his way towards them. He still held Tia’s arms safely behind her where she couldn’t reach any other lethal cooking instruments. Damn good thing she hadn’t been standing by the knives when she decided to release her anger. Still… he never understood the expression “cute when angry” until now. He couldn’t think of a time he’d ever seen Tia so alive before. Maybe she needed to blow off steam a little more often? Only, just not at him. The obviously-ruffled food critic stopped inches away and looked them over like they were a couple of children caught playing in the pantry. “Would you care to explain the latest commotion?” Jake snapped. To hell with this fuddy-duddy, he had much larger issues at hand than dealing with some stick-up-his-ass critic, like figuring out how to calm Tia down long enough to fall at her feet and beg her back. “Just a little kitchen noise. How can I help you Mr. Wellington? Is your meal not to your satisfaction?” Wellington arched his brow. “Actually, it’s the most authentic, yet creative Spanish cuisine I’ve sampled in ages.” “Wonderful, then might I ask, what are you doing back here?” The critic looked like he just passed a foul gas, then slowly, ever so easily, a smile stretched across his face accompanied by a low chuckle. “Hollywood chefs” he shook his head, “The ambience is always so dramatic.” He pivoted on his heels and then marched back up to the front of the kitchen. Shit. What exactly the hell did that mean? Good? Bad? Was he too abrupt with the prissy critic? Right now, Jake decided he really just didn’t care. What he cared about was the woman wriggling her arms away from his grip. He loosened his restraint on Tia and looked down at her tearstained face. Brushing the trails of liquid from her cheeks, he stared into her eyes, willing her to see into the truth in his soul. “I need you. I don’t ever want to be without you again.” The words he couldn’t find before flowed freely as if they sprung a life of their own. He didn’t care anymore. All he cared about was erasing every ounce of pain he saw in Tia’s eyes and repairing whatever damage he could. “I love you. I’ve been so Goddamn stupid. Forgive me.” He buried his head in her shoulder as his eyes stung from the burn of pressure building behind them. She smelled like strawberry, 26

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes honey, and sweet salvation. Tia was his life, his soul, everything that completed him and then some. God help him, he’d spend the rest of his life proving it to her. “I love you. I don’t know how I could have been such an idiot. If I could only take this whole mess back, I would. I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to spend another minute away from you, ever. I’ve been such an idiot.” Jake’s voice cracked as a spring of remorse bled a heavy trail of heat down the side of his face. He cringed in reaction to the tears stinging his flesh. Real men don’t cry, do they? He quickly decided real men who fucked up beyond belief and lost the one thing worth living for, did. “Whatever I have to do, I will. Just let me in, Tia. Let me talk to you; let me prove it to you. Let me do whatever I have to do, so I can be the man you deserve.” **** The world melted away as Jake’s words gripped her heart in a vise of confusion. She wanted to trust them. Wanted so much to erase time and collapse in his arms, have him whisk her away on a proverbial white stallion into the sunset. But she had made a fool of herself one too many times. Bernard Wellington was sure to trash her career in the morning and then what would she have left? Jake? How could she trust him to be there for her anymore? He rescued you tonight, her heart argued, he’s professing his love, isn’t he? He rescued her a little more than he knew. Throwing saucepans at him had been the epitome of idiocy, but it sure the hell felt good. For the first time in years, she felt free. Alive, even. And the heat of his body pressing against her awoke a number of other things inside and down below. Could she trust him? Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to hear him out? Jake drew a barely audible, soft intake of breath and she suddenly realized he was crying. Jake Eldon was crying! Crème Brule must be calorie-free now. Hell had frozen over. A certainty caged her heart. He loved her. 27

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Jake Eldon didn’t cry over anything. Not when his favorite motorcycle bit the dust. Not when he dislocated his shoulder. Not even when his grandfather died. He left her, but he loved her. Or maybe he figured out he loved her when he left her? She always had made things way too damn easy for him. And a few tears weren’t going to mix her heart into a pull of shapeable taffy now. Were they? She never stopped loving him. He never stopped loving her. So what the hell were they doing here in the middle of this messy pile of emotion? Could she trust him? The skin on her face puckered as the salt of her own tears dried up. “I think we need to talk.” He stared at her as if he’d just been handed a “get out of jail free” card for life. “I said talk,” she added. “No promises.” “I’ll take it. Whatever you’re offering, I’m there.” Could she trust him? The love in her heart spilled over and every fiber in her body screamed for him. Could she trust herself? “Anything I’m offering?” A sly half-smile cocked the corner of his lip. “Anything, babe.” How the hell could she flirt with the man who crushed her heart? How the hell could she not? Forgive him, Tia. Deep down she now fully realized their split had everything to do with her too, not just his insecurities. They both had a hill to climb before all would be said and done. “I have a few terms, first.” She stared hard at him, making her best effort at being the take-charge woman in their relationship that she had needed to be all along. He nodded, encouraging her to continue and she realized how much she loved the chiseled line of his jaw. “I want us to see a couple’s counselor.” “Wait….” he balked. She knew he would, but before she could argue the point, Jake pulled her into his arms. 28

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “Okay, if that’s what it takes.” He lowered his head, bringing his lips within inches of hers, “what else?” “It’s going to take a long time to get past this.” She licked the rim of her upper lip. “I realize that,” he said and moved an inch closer. How fast could they get this part over? The proximately of his lips sent her into over-drive. Their earlier encounter still burned its impression on her mouth and she wouldn’t mind taking another sample right now. To hell with it, she wanted more than a sample. How long were you suppose to wait after your estranged husband offered reconciliation before demanding he whisk you off to bed? “There’s going to have to be some changes and… and I don’t thing we should rush into anything.” “I understand.” He moved closer almost brushing his mouth against hers. She tilted her head as if to accept, then drew back a step. “I don’t think I just want to talk.” Jake smiled, slid his had to the small of her back and pulled her towards him. “Babe, neither do I.” As his lips found hers, Tia knew with absolute certainty—Jake Eldon was coming home.

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EPILOGUE Jake traced the strands of Tia’s hair that splayed across his pillow. Each one, with its silken dark beauty, begged to be touched. He thought seriously about re-exploring her other patch of enticing curls, probing through to the soft patch of pink flesh he savored. His stomach opposed the thought with a fierce growl. Sustenance first, then sex. She moved and her legs grazed along his calves. Maybe sex first? She looked so peaceful, he hated to rouse her. But he could rouse her in a way she’d be hard pressed to protest. Again, his empty belly objected. Okay, food first. Last night, they had explored each other’s bodies with unequaled intensity, sat and talked to the early hours of dawn, and discovered more in one night than they had in five years of marriage. It left him hungry. And hungry for more. Food, buddy, get some food first or you won’t last through much. There’d be plenty of time for exploration. He planned to continue their make-up session for as long as he could. Jake slipped out from the under the sheet cover, watching it settle back on the bed, framing the curves of Tia’s body. His cock woke up and he reconsidered waking her up with his tongue. No, breakfast first, then dessert. He wanted to please her in every way possible. Reclaim her body, and make her his forever, burning an impression and showing his love for her with every move. This required food. He loved her more than life itself. He’d been pretty certain of that yesterday, and now, there was absolutely no room for doubt. 30

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes As quietly as he could manage, he slipped on his pants and stumbled out to the kitchen. A quick raid of the fridge and pantry paid off. A box of cereal and a gallon of milk would do nicely. Screw cooking, he didn’t want to waste any time in getting back to Tia. She might be sleeping and not miss him, but he, on the other hand, already felt her absence. He dug out a cereal bowl from the cabinet above the sink and sloshed a clump of cereal and milk inside, not bothering to calculate proportions. As he swallowed the first spoonful, a thump on the front door snagged his attention. Putting the bowl down on the counter, he walked through the kitchen to the front room and peeked through the curtain of the left French door. No one there, but a small, oblong bundle resting on the concrete porch. Shit! Just the newspaper! Jake twisted the lock and wrenched open the door to snatch up the paper. He stepped back in the house, closing the door behind him while fumbling with the press pages, tearing through them to find the food critic’s column. Halfway back to the kitchen, he located the section and made a detour towards the bedroom when he read the first words. Should he wake her up? Tia had rolled over and now had her arm draped across his pillow instead of her hair, oblivious to the explosive bomb of print he held. He sat down next to her and gently shook her shoulder. She opened one eye and then the other, blinking the dusts of slumber from her vision. “What time is it?’ she mumbled. Time? She wouldn’t care about the time in another minute. “I don’t know.” Tia still had afternoon delivery of the paper, so the newspaper kid would have to be out of school already. “Sometime after three, I think.” “Really? Wow.” She stretched towards him and her hand rustled against the newspaper. “What’s that?” “Oh, just today’s news.” Tia bolted straight up, scrambled for a spot next to him in which she could clearly see the column. Her breasts moved into his line of vision and he suddenly forgot all about the review. “Let me see,” she cried. 31

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “See what?” He bent down, searching for the round nub of her nipples with his tongue. “Stop distracting me,” she snatched up the paper as she pushed his head out of the way, “how bad is it?” His gaze never left her chest. “It’s perfect.” A high-pitched squeal filled the bedroom. “No way!” She jumped on his lap. He looked up at her and they smiled at each other in mutual delirium. “We did it! Four stars! And I quote, ‘La Mesa is the trendy hot spot to be seen while feasting on sumptuous Spanish cuisine with a surprising South American influence.” “Uh-huh.” Jake trailed a series of light kisses along the groove of Tia’s cleavage line. “The atmosphere is old world, but the ambience is all Hollywood.” Tia giggled as Jake took the paper from her hands. “Four stars. Can you believe it?” “Of course I can. No one deserves it more than you do.” “Than we do,” she corrected. “After all, you did save the dessert.” “Uh-huh,” he slid his hands under her butt, pressing her closer to him. “And now, let me work on making it five stars.” “I think I can handle that.” She stared into his eyes and he knew she was offering much more than her body and submission. Food? Who needs food? He held enough nourishment to sustain him for the rest of his life, right in his arms. “Five stars it is then, babe, and seven courses of sin.” THE END

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Creole Temptations , by Emery LaRue Timothy and Jessica heat up the kitchens of Creole Temptations. Will their passionate cooking survive old ghosts spoiling the hot dishes of their love? http://www.authoremerylarue.com

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Timothy Mathis stood back and looked up at the sign on the side of the building. It had taken a lot of hard work, but Creole Temptations was ready for business. His family had told him that opening a restaurant that specialized in southern cooking would be hard enough, but in Chicago, they were sure it would not prosper. Now he just needed to prove them wrong. It wasn’t that he felt the need to rub anything in his parents’ faces. They loved him and wanted the best for him. Timothy needed to do this for himself. Walking into the building, he glanced around the dining room. The setting was comfortable. A person didn’t need to be rich to enjoy the cuisine. Suit and tie were optional here. The tables were created from rough oak, giving it the woodsy look. Oil lamps graced the tops. For all his waiting, Creole Temptations was his dreams come true. After years in cooking school, he was anxious to put out that first plate. “Timothy?” He turned and smiled at his sister and bookkeeper Rona. “Yea?” “All is ready and we can open the doors tomorrow morning.” Rona had a sparkle in her eye and he knew she enjoyed this as much as he did. “Excellent.” “Excellent? Is that all you have to say after all your belly aching 34

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes these last few months?” “Was I that bad?” He tried to grin, knowing just how bad he had been. It was all the excitement of finally opening his own place. “You know you were. Do you have any idea just how many people I had to interview for job placement?” “No, but I bet you’re going to tell me over and over again.” “You got that right.” Rona bumped her hip with his. “Now, come on. You can make it up to me by cooking something spectacular.” He laughed as she pulled him through the double doors into the kitchen area. Timothy didn’t mind at all. This was what he loved the most. **** Six Weeks Later Jessica Merrill took another look at herself in the mirror. Today was her first day at Creole Temptations, and she wanted to look her best. The uniform was a basic black pants and white shirt, and it helped to hide her generous curves, and the colors did bring out the green of her eyes. She finished her look with her long black hair pulled up and secured with black pin sticks. Satisfied, she gathered her purse, locked her apartment and started the two-block walk. That was the best part of the job. She was just a short walk away. Her nerves where a little rattled, but Rona had assured her that the atmosphere was friendly. Though she had yet to meet the owner and head chef, she was told he was kind and not prone to barking orders as much as asking. That was a good thing. The first time he yelled at her she would more than likely fall to the floor. She was far too timid and she knew it. Walking through the door of Creole Temptations, she was relieved to see that the lunch rush was over. That would give her more time to prepare for the dinner rush. She placed her personal items in the employee break room and went in search of Rona. The office door was locked, so Jessica walked into the kitchen area. The aroma in the room was enough to make her mouth water. She glanced around, and her eyes landed on the back of a cook cleaning his work area. “Excuse me.” When he didn’t seem to hear her, she repeated herself a little louder. “Excuse me.” “Yes.” Came his reply, though he didn’t turn around. 35

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “Would you happen to know where I can find, Rona?” “She went to the bank. Can I help you with something?” He turned and the breath left her lungs. The man was gorgeous. He was tall, with a full head of neatly cut sandy brown hair. His eyes were hazel, and kind. Her eyes roamed over his body and she bit her lip to keep from saying something foolish. The man was built, and she wondered if he felt as firm as he looked. She looked back to his face, and blushed at his knowing grin. “I need to see, Rona.” She stammered and could have kicked herself. She sounded like a ninny. “She should be back soon. Maybe I can help you.” “I don’t think so.” “Are you starting work today? I can help you in that area.” “Yes, it’s my first day and I was hoping she would go over everything again. I don’t want to mess things up. I have yet to meet Mr. Mathis and I would rather make a good impression.” “I have a feeling he will like you just fine. You can call me Timothy, or Tim.” He stepped forward and extended a hand. “Welcome to Creole Temptations.” “Jessica Merrill, or you can call me Jessie.” “Well, come with me, Jessie, and I will show you the ropes.” Jessica followed him out of the kitchen and into the dining room. He seemed nice enough, and she thought about asking him about Mr. Mathis. Then decided against it. She would meet the man soon enough. “Have you worked here long?” “Since the doors opened six weeks ago.” He smiled at her and she got the impression he was toying with her. He looked ready to laugh, but was holding it back. “What’s so amusing?” “Nothing at all.” He chuckled and went about the task of showing her around. By the time they were finished, she felt confident she would do a good job. “If you need anything else, just give a shout. I need to get ready for the dinner rush.” Jessica watched him go, and again couldn’t help but think of just how handsome the man was. She sighed to herself. Men like that preferred the tall, slender types. “Jessica?” She turned and smiled at Rona who had just walked into the room. 36

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “Hi, Rona.” “Are you all set for the dinner crowd? Not nervous or anything?” “No. Timothy, your cook showed me around and I think I can handle things.” “Great. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.” Rona looked at the clock. “There will be two others on wait staff tonight, and a hostess who will help clear tables. They will leave out after the rush is over. I’ll be around to help with any clean up afterwards.” “Will Mr. Mathis be here this evening? I would like the chance to introduce myself.” “Mr. Mathis?” Rona looked very confused for all of thirty seconds, and then a knowing light came into her eyes. “He’s already here, Jessica. My brother has a funny sense of humor.” “I’m sorry, but I don’t understand.” “Timothy is Mr. Mathis.” **** Timothy watched from the kitchen and knew the moment Rona told her who he was. He probably should have told her, but he had wanted to tease her. She was most likely the most attractive woman he had ever laid eyes on. When he had first turned and looked at her, he had a hard time schooling his features. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of green, and he would bet when her hair was down, it reached her backside. She had a curvaceous body that could make a grown man weep. Rona returned to the office and Jessica stood still for a moment. Then her eyes narrowed and she made her way toward the kitchen, and him. “I suppose that was quite amusing for you.” She said as she stepped into the room. “You should have told me who you were.” “Why?” “I make it a habit to know who I work for and what they expect of me.” Her hands were twisting together, and he realized she was truly nervous. “I guess you think of me as a complete idiot.” “Not at all, Jessie. As for what’s expected, just be friendly to the patrons and we will do just fine together.” “Yes, sir. You still should have told me.” “Tim, or Timothy, and I am sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” “Well, I better get out there.” “You will do fine.” She nodded and left the room, and for a second he wanted to call 37

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes her back. He hadn’t felt this tingle since long before his divorce from Megan. Megan. Now there was a shot of cold water. A bitch in designer clothing was what his ex-wife was. At one time he had thought she was his life. It was because of Megan that he had stayed away from women all together. The woman had all but ruined his life. He didn’t want or need it again. Again, his eyes strayed to Jessica, and he found himself wondering what it would be like to hold her, or kiss her lips. Taste her on his tongue and savor her cries. To wrap her hair around them as he took her higher. He shook his head and gritted his teeth. His body was throbbing and if he kept this up, he wouldn’t make it through the rush. The dinner crowed hit and the place became packed. He had little time to think of anything but food. Jessica would come in with a stack of orders and with a quick thanks, she was off again. Between her orders and the other wait staff, he had to hustle. Timothy admired how easily she handled the rush. Calm and professional, she waited tables, seated the customers and helped to clear tables for even more customers. Jessica did all this without breaking a sweat or her smile. The others seemed to panic and rushed themselves. He found himself admiring her even more. He wished all his help were as efficient. With ten more of Jessica, instead of the ten others he had, things would run smooth all day. Some just showed for a paycheck. The last dish was served and he started his closing routine. “Need any help?” Rona asked as she walked into the kitchen. “No, I think it’s slowing. Jessica seems capable to handle the rush.” “Yes, and you should not have teased her.” “I know, but it was kinda fun.” Rona was watching him, and he knew she was looking for the signs. She knew him much to well. “You like her, don’t you.” It was more of a statement than a question. “She’s a good worker.” “Uh-huh.” “She’s an employee and a hard worker.” “I heard you the first time, Tim. Now, if you don’t need me, I will help Jessica.” 38

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “I have it handled.” He watched his sister go and knew she didn’t believe him. Hell, only a blind man wouldn’t find Jessica attractive. Timothy was no blind man. He was known to be a fool from time to time. Finished with his clean up, he removed his chef’s jacket and walked into the dining room. Rona was helping with cleaning since the others had left after the rush. “You ladies need any help?” “Just a few tables to clean.” Rona said as she unloaded a tray of plates. “If you can help Jessica, I can get to the night’s books.” “Sure.” Jessica worked quickly to clear the tables and he followed to wipe them down. Again, he couldn’t help but notice just how truly beautiful she was. “You did a great job tonight, Jessie.” “Thank you, sir.” “Now, we are friends right?” She smiled and nodded. “I call you Jessie, and you call me Tim.” “All right. Thank you, Tim.” “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” “No.” Her entire face shone when she smiled. “I enjoyed myself. The customers are all very friendly.” “Good. Maybe you will stay on for a while.” “I hope to.” She cleaned the last table. “If that’s all, I guess I better head home.” “Did you drive?” “No. It’s only a short walk for me. Another reason I love the job.” “Can I walk you? It’s very dark out.” “That won’t be necessary. Thanks anyway.” “What if I insist?” he asked, placing the towel on the counter. “Call me old fashioned, but it’s the way I operate.” “Well, if you insist I can hardly say no.” “Let me tell, Rona, and then I will walk you home.” She nodded and he returned shortly, a smile on his handsome face. He opened the door for her and followed her out into the warm night. “Have you lived in Chicago long?” He asked, keeping the pace slow. “Not too long, but it’s a far cry from Kentucky.” 39

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “That explains the slight drawl in your voice.” “What about you?” “I have pretty much lived all over, but liked the city. So, about two years ago I settled here and worked until I had the money for my own restaurant.” “It seems to be doing well.” “Very well, and I don’t think I could be happier.” “Are you married?” “No, divorced. How about you?” “Very single.” She sighed, and he caught the wistful tone. “You don’t like the single life?” “Oh, it’s all right, but who wouldn’t like someone to come home to?” She smiled. “How long have you been divorced?” “It was final a year before I opened Creole Temptations.” “Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” “It’s fine. I was over that long ago.” She stopped in front of her building. “This is it.” “I can walk you up to your door.” She smiled and led the way, and once in front of her door, he knew he was out of reasons to stay in her presence. “Thank you for walking me home.” “My pleasure.” Awkward silence surrounded them, and she felt incredibly silly. Fumbling in her purse, she pulled her keys out and unlocked the door. “Thanks again, and good night.” Before she made it over the threshold, he caught her arm and turned her back to him. When his warm mouth pressed gently to hers, her whole system felt a jolt. “I know I shouldn’t have done that.” He whispered against her lips. “I work for you.” Her reply was just as hushed, and full of wanting. “Yes. You do, and I hope you will be there tomorrow.” “I’ll be there.” “From the moment you walked in tonight, I wanted to do this.” He kissed her again. Only this time, he touched his tongue to her own. Jessica returned his kiss, lost in his taste and the feel of his mouth on hers. Her arms went around his waist and she pulled him closer. When he lifted his head, his eyes had darkened with the passion and need he was feeling. 40

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “Why?” “I can’t explain it, and I won’t try to. There is an attraction between us, and I for one would like to see where it will lead.” “I would like that.” He kissed her lightly again, and hugged her body to his. She felt so very right against him. A feeling of coming home swept over him. “Then go inside right now, before I do something foolish. Like ravish you in the hall.” “Goodnight, Tim.” “Goodnight.” She stepped away and closed the door. He knew if he had asked to stay, she would have let him. With Jessica, there could be much more than sex and lust. He had watched her tonight, and knew that if a man wanted a woman to share in his life and future, he couldn’t find any better. He walked slowly back to the restaurant and thought more on what he was feeling. Yes, he wanted to see where it would lead. He hoped it would lead into a lifetime. It had been to long since he had felt that spark. It was a fast move, but he didn’t want to miss this chance at something more. Besides, Jessica was not Megan. He owed this to himself and his heart. **** When Jessica walked to work the following day, she was so nervous she felt sick. What if he had regretted his actions? What if he decided she was easy? Would she still even have a job? She tried to console herself, but nothing was going to help until she saw him and knew for sure. She would be working through lunch and dinner today, so she arrived early enough to get her station ready. The place looked dead, but she knew it would get very busy very fast. She noticed Timothy standing at the door to the kitchen, and he waved her inside. Once the door closed behind her, she was in his arms and being kissed most thoroughly. She sighed and returned the kiss. “I thought of that all night, and slept little.” He said, lifting his head and looking into her eyes. “I know this is moving fast, but I don’t think I want to fight it.” “Just what is it?” “What?” “Just what is happening between us?” “This is me trying my best to win you over.” 41

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “Is that what you’re doing?” She smiled, and his breath caught. “Absolutely.” “Well, you are off to a great start, Mr. Mathis.” Again, he kissed her. He couldn’t seem to kiss her enough. Her body so close to his was driving him crazy with need. “Can I walk you home tonight?” “Yes.” She leaned into his embrace. “Maybe I can convince you to join me for a night cap.” “I think that can be arranged.” “For now though, I better get busy.” “Hey, you’re looking at the boss. I’ll let you slide.” She laughed and untangled herself from his arms and hurried out the door. If he kept touching her, she would be begging him to do a lot more than kissing. The lunch rush was more than a rush. They were overloaded and the place was packed. Other than a wink and a passing word, they talked little. Jessica had gone through two ticket books in just a few hours. It was busy, but then it always was. After clean up and set up was ready for dinner, she retreated to the break room, sat and put her feet up on another chair. They ached, but it was a good ache. When the door opened, she cracked one eye open and watched as Timothy lifted her feet and sat, putting them in his lap. He removed her loafers and started a gentle massage. “That feels heavenly.” “Tired?” “Just a small break and I will be ready.” Her eyes opened wide when he pulled a foot to each side of his body and pulled her, chair and all, to set directly in front of him. “Kiss me again, Jessie.” “What about, Rona?” “She went to the bank, and we are all alone.” His brows rose up and down, and she couldn’t contain the giggle that escaped. “Well, in that case, I guess a little kiss will be all right.” It was no little kiss when his mouth took hers. It was deep and full of meaning. A liquid heat built inside of her, and she moaned into his mouth. Her breasts ached and felt full. When his hand grazed her chest, she jumped and pushed herself closer. “Lord, women, but I want you.” “I want you, too.” Gently his hand cupped a breast, and she sighed with the 42

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes pleasure. He pulled her onto his lap, and her body straddled his knee. The contact with her heated center almost sent her over the edge. One hand on her breast, the other on her hip, he pushed her into a rocking motion. Jessica buried her face in his neck. She was riding his leg and though she wanted to hide, it felt too good. When she licked his neck, his groan made her smile. Reaching between them, she cupped his cock through his slacks. His hips rocked, and she was impressed by the heat and length of him. Slowly, as if waiting for him to object, she opened the fly of his slacks and dipped her hand inside. He ground her body harder against his knee, his breathing shallow and hot against her own neck. “That’s it, baby. Touch me.” Her hand explored the length of him, and her thumb circled the sensitive head. The more she touched him, the faster her hips would move. She was so close to climax, and she lightly nipped his neck. Timothy growled low and reached around her, unzipped her own slacks, and dipped inside to touch her. The feel of his hot, long fingers against her was bringing her even closer. Slowly, he pushed one long finger inside of her. Her grip tightened on his cock, and they both gasped. “You’re so hot, Jessie. Hot and tight. Just thinking of you wrapped around my cock is bringing me closer.” His hand on her breast and his finger inside her, combined with his erotic words sent her body into over drive. Timothy watched as her climax took her, and just when he thought he would explode, her little teeth nipped him again as her hand tightened around him. He came then, long and hard. He held her to him as they both came back to earth. He wasn’t sure what had possessed him, but this woman was like a drug, and he needed her like an addict. Timothy had scoffed at the idea of true love and soul mates. After what he had just experienced, he was reconsidering his thoughts on the subject. “Are you okay?” he whispered into her hair. “Yes.” “Damn but that felt good.” “Yes.” “Is that all you can say?” “For the moment.” She smiled into his eyes, and kissed him gently. “I had better get back out there.” “I’ll let you go, but we will continue this later.” 43

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “Absolutely.” She rose and washed her hands, straightened her clothes and left him with a smile on her face. He followed suit, but until he had her in his arms and crying out his name while he was buried deep inside of her, he knew this obsession would haunt him. Then again, it may always haunt him. Jessica was beautiful inside and out. When her body hand clamped around his finger, and he had watched her climax, he felt something inside him give. He could love her very easily. The thought should scare the hell out of him. Oddly, it just felt right. **** The dinner crowed was a friendly one. All except for the one customer who had a little too much to drink and was all hands when Jessica would walk by. She was about ready to pull her hair out. The sympathetic glances from the other patrons were enough to put a little spunk into her, and she swatted the man’s hand away when she passed again. “What was that for?” His voice was slurred slightly, and Jessica prayed for patience. “Sir, please refrain from touching me.” She started to turn with the pitcher of ice water she carried, when the man grabbed her arm and spun her back around. “Just bring me another drink.” “I think you have had enough.” “Just be a good girl,” he turned her toward the bar, and smacked her rear. “And bring me a drink.” Her face flaming, she slowly turned back around and dumped the contents of the pitcher over his head. “That should cool you down.” The man stood so quickly his chair banged against the floor, and his friends laughing wasn’t helping matters. Jessica noticed Rona moving quickly into the kitchen and hoped she was bringing help back with her. Lord, but she had really pissed this guy off. “You little witch.” Jessica retreated until her back touched the far wall, and still he advanced. His large body pinned her to the wall and she gagged on the stench of his breath. She watched in horror as his hand drew back and began to fall. It never touched her, and she opened her eyes to see him flat on his back. A very calm and collected Timothy stood over him. “I can’t allow that, buddy. Pick yourself up and get out. Don’t 44

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes bother coming back.” “She assaulted me.” He grumbled, standing on his feet though swaying. “If I know her, you had it coming. Now, turn yourself around and walk out.” Timothy took a step toward the man. “Or I may forget myself and throw you out.” The man huffed but didn’t argue and walked out the door, his buddies following and apologizing for their friend. “Are you all right?” Timothy asked her, checking her for injuries. “Yes. I am so sorry, Timothy. I don’t know what came over me.” “Don’t worry about it, Jessie. He was a drunk and an ass. Let’s finish up, and we can get out of here.” She nodded and returned to her duties. Timothy was fuming mad and stomped about the kitchen. Now that it was over, he wished he had hit the guy. “Would you settle down?” Rona said, walking into the kitchen. “It’s over.” “He was about to hit her.” “He didn’t. You stopped him. Now let it go, before she feels even worse.” He noticed Jessica then, cleaning up the water mess and ringing out the customers. She wasn’t her smiling happy self. “Well, she was scared and we can’t expect her not to be upset.” “Maybe not, but you stomping around like that won’t help.” Rona put her hands on her hips, and a slow smile reached her lips. “Just what is between you two?” “Stay out of it, Rona.” “There is something though, isn’t there?” “Yes.” Rona nodded and walked back into the dinning room, the smile never leaving her face. If a good woman like Jessica can bring her brother some happiness, who was she to complain. Megan had screwed him up but good. Damn, she hated that bitch. “You have it handled, Jessica?” “Yes.” “Don’t worry about it, hun. You handled it better than I would have.” Jessica just nodded and went about cleaning the place. Timothy helped her, and soon it was ready to lock up. “Rona will shut the lights down and lock the doors. Let’s get out 45

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes of here.” “Are you sure you want to walk me home?” “Of course I am. Why?” “After today, you lost a customer because of me.” “I won’t have people like that in my place, Jessie.” He put his arm around her and they walked slowly up the street. “I want to spend this quiet time with you.” “I was afraid you wouldn’t want to see me.” “Oh, I want to see you, baby. Now let’s hurry to your place.” He quickened the pace. “I want to see just how much you want to show me.” She smiled and hurried along with him. Once she opened the door to her apartment, and they stepped through, he closed it quickly and had her against it. He lifted her, and pinned her there with his body. “Be sure baby, because there is no going back.” Her answer was to thread her fingers through his thick hair and pull him to her for a kiss. For once in her life, she took complete control, and kissed him like she would never have the chance again. “I don’t want to go back.” His hands made quick work of her shirt, and it fell to the floor. Her bra followed just as quickly. Leaning away, he allowed her feet to touch the floor, and his shirt followed her own. Her hands touched his chest, and he cupped her full breasts in his hands. Timothy scraped his thumbs over her nipples and her back arched. He lifted her in his arms, and walked down the hall until he spotted her bed. Placing her on her feet beside it, he slowly removed the rest of her clothes, kneeling to remove her shoes. His eyes followed her body, and he could see the blush creep across her chest. “You are beautiful.” “I am average.” “No, baby. You’re perfect.” He leaned forward, and blew his hot breath across her heated core. Her knees almost buckled. His hands gripped her hips. “Sit on the edge of the bed.” She sat and he stood, removing the rest of his clothing. His cock was thick and long, and it was right before her eyes. She licked her lips, wondering what he would think of her if she acted on her instincts. Taking the chance, she leaned forward and licked him. His hips jerked and his cock nudged her lips. Jessica repeated the move, and he groaned. Her eyes met his and she knew she had 46

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes pleased him. “Do you want to taste me, Jessie?” “Yes.” He stepped closer and guided himself to her mouth. Slowly, she took him into the warmth of her mouth. His hips began to rock, and he wrapped his own hand around the base, making sure he didn’t push too deeply. “Damn, but that feels good.” She could feel him swelling, and she tightened her lips around him. His hand buried in her hair and the stick pins dropped to the floor. When her hair surrounded her face, he lifted it so he could watch her. He had been right though. It was long enough to reach her backside. “I can’t take much more, baby.” She hummed, and he growled deep in his chest. When he pulled away from her, she bit back a cry of protest. “Lay back, love.” He knelt on the floor as she lay back on the bed. “It’s my turn.” She felt his warm breath, and his fingers against her. Nothing could have prepared her for the feel of his mouth against her. Jessica’s whole body arched and her cry was sharp and sweet to his ears. Over and over he teased her, building her high, only to back down and build her again. “You’re so sweet, baby.” He said, and licked her thigh while he slowly pushed one finger into her. “So sweet, and so ready for me.” His tongue and fingers worked her until she was begging him for release. That must have been what he was waiting for, because suddenly he was over her, and she could feel the hard head of his cock at her center. “Kiss me, Jessie.” He whispered to her, and she lifted her lips to his. “Fly with me.” He surged forward and she gasped at the burning of his entry. Pleasure mixed with pain and he went completely still. “Relax, baby. Open yourself and let me in.” “I am trying.” “Just feel me, kiss me, and let it happen.” Timothy kissed her gently, allowing her body to adjust. He was only half inside her, and already she felt stretched to her limit. He reached between them, and touched her sensitive bud, rolling and rubbing, until her hips moved and he began to slide inside a fraction 47

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes more. She was so tight around him, he hoped he could wait and give her the time she needed. He rubbed her harder, and her hips surged up, taking all of him into her. “Damn, baby, are you okay?” “I feel so full of you.” His eyes flared, and he would bet she had no idea what those words did to him. He leaned forward and kissed her again. “Do you know how good you feel, Jessie?” He rocked his hips slowly, testing her. “I knew it would be this way. I knew you would grip me like no other.” Again, her hips moved, and he made a mental note. Jessica liked it when he talked to her, telling her how he felt with her. “Please, Timothy, make love to me.” “I am, baby.” “No. Don’t hold back. Please.” “I don’t want to hurt you.” He gritted his teeth when her legs wrapped around him, drawing him even deeper. “I ache now, and I want you. I won’t break.” She tightened around him. “Hold onto me.” He took her mouth just as he took her body. Timothy gave her what she needed and more. His body moved within her in long, hard strokes that built her to a fevered pitch. Her nails raked his back and her teeth nipped his chest. Something was building deep inside of her, and she didn’t think she would survive it. He was striving to bring her the ultimate pleasure before he took his own, but she felt so damn good. Her response to him was so honest and real, no pretending. The tingle at the base of his spine was shooting through his body and into his cock. He started thrusting in short, hard digs, rubbing her clit with each stroke. Then he felt her inner walls massaging him, gripping him tightly, and he rose over her to watch every minute of her climax. Her body flushed, and her breasts tightened, her head rolled to the side and her eyes grew wide then closed. When her body arched, he felt her release caress him. He told himself to pull out. He couldn’t come inside of her. His body was about to obey until she wrapped herself around him and pulled him to her once again. He was lost in her, and there was no going back. He let himself go, and spilled himself deep inside of her welcoming body. He felt her climax a second time, and then he collapsed against her. 48

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes For long moments, he lay there against her, enjoying the feel of her hands caressing his back. He had never felt more satisfied in his life. He rose and kissed her gently, and slowly separated his body from hers. She had to be sore. He lay beside her and drew her into his arms. “I am sorry if I was a bit rough.” “I feel wonderful. It was wonderful.” She snuggled closer, and settled her thigh over his hip. Already he could feel his cock stirring, but knew he couldn’t have her again so soon. That didn’t stop his body from responding to her though. Jessica felt him against her thigh and gasped at the feel of him already coming to life again. She moved closer and settled him against her hot center. “Damn, Jessie, don’t do that?” “What?” Her eyes were innocent as she looked at him. “You know what you’re doing, and you’re too sore.” “Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?” Her hips moved and he slipped inside a fraction. “Are you sure?” “Yes.” She gasped when he moved a little deeper. Timothy held her hip and pulled her on top of him. His grip was the only thing keeping her from impaling herself. “This way, you can take all you want or as little as you want. You have the control.” She took his hands and entwined their fingers. Leaning forward she placed them beside his head. Slowly she began to take him, and it wasn’t as hard as before. Only in this position, he went so much deeper, and touched places she never knew about. She sat up, his body deep inside her, and began a slow grinding motion that caused his teeth to clench. When her hips began to move in quick motions, he sat up and wrapped his arms around her, drawing one breast deep into his mouth. Her cry was music to his ears and she wrapped her arms around him, and together they moved. When their release came, it was just as magical as the first. They lay together and held one another long into the night. Both falling asleep wrapped in the other’s arms. **** The next morning, after a very delightful shower, Timothy kissed her quick and rushed home to change. Jessica wore her smile all the 49

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes while as she dressed for work. He had said he wanted to be with her, and only her. He even asked her to only see him exclusively. Like she wanted or needed another man? She knew they were moving fast, but it felt so right being with him. As she walked to work, she still held her smile. Once she reached the restaurant that smile faded when she looked at Rona. The woman was positively livid and anger radiated off her from every pore. “Rona? Is everything all right?” “Hell no, everything’s not all right.” She snapped, and then looked contrite. “Sorry, Jessie. Things are about to blow sky high.” “Why?” “Megan has decided to pay a little visit.” “Timothy’s ex wife?” “Yes.” She placed a hand on Jessica’s arm. “I know there is something between you two. I think it’s wonderful. Don’t let that she bitch come between you.” “I don’t even know the woman. Why is she here?” “More than likely her money hungry ass has heard how well Creole Temptations is doing. The woman is a walking pain, I swear.” “Is Timothy with her now?” “They’re in the kitchen, and he is not happy.” Jessica thought hard for a moment. What should she do? Walk right on in and demand to know what was going on? No. She didn’t think Timothy would want her to act like a jealous shrew. She couldn’t just stand around and not know what was happening. Then again, she believed everything he had told her, and she believed he wanted her. Raised voices reached her and Rona and they both rushed forward and into the kitchen. Jessica’s eyes widened at the site. A tall, blonde, and very elegantly dressed woman was doing all she could to bring Timothy’s lips to hers. “Get the hell off me woman.” “Oh, come on, Timmy, you know you miss me.” Jessica had seen enough to know that her attentions were not wanted. “I highly doubt that.” Jessica said loudly enough to be heard. “In fact, I can guarantee he isn’t missing you at all.” The blonde woman turned slowly and dropped her arms. A pair of neatly plucked brows rose over a set of pale green eyes, and she 50

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes looked at Jessica with contempt. “Just who the hell are you?” “Jessica.” “Well, I am Megan Mathis. I’m his wife.” “Ex wife from what I gather.” Jessica watched from the corner of her eye as Rona covered her mouth to stifle a giggle. The look on Megan’s face was rather funny. “And I guess you could say I am the woman who is making sure he doesn’t miss you at all.” Megan turned to Timothy and sneered. “Don’t tell me you’re sleeping with that plump little girl.” “Leave Megan. There is nothing here for you.” Timothy walked over to Jessica and put an arm around her. “Not now, not ever.” “You do realize this is far from over. I always get what I want.” “Not this time, Megan.” Jessica leaned into him. “I plan to hold onto him for a while yet.” Megan walked out, but not before causing a little damage to a tray of salt and pepper shakers. “I’ll go clean that up.” Rona walked out and left them alone. When Jessica started to move away, he pulled her closer to him and held her tightly. Like he was afraid to let her go. “I am sorry, Jessie, that you had to see that.” “Its okay. Why was she here anyway?” “She wants to get back together. I of course told her not a chance.” He kissed her temple. “I found what I want.” “That’s good to know because I would hate having to hurt that woman.” He laughed and it was full of relief. “So, you plan on holding onto me for a while?” “For a while.” She pulled him in for a kiss. “Maybe a little longer.” He returned her kiss, and hoped she meant every word. “Okay, I need to get busy.” She made to move away. “You’re off tomorrow, right?” “Yes.” “How about after work tonight, we gather an over night bag, and you come to my place. Spend the night and tomorrow with me.” “Can I trust you to be good?” She smiled a teasing smile. “In more ways than one, baby.” “How can a girl refuse?” She winked and walked into the dining room. 51

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Timothy watched her go with his heart in his throat. How it had happened, he wasn’t sure, but he had just fallen in love with Jessica Merrill. **** After they had gathered what she would need for the night and the following day, and extra just in case she stayed longer, Timothy drove her out to his home. Jessica was in awe of the place. It was large, and set away from the city on a lonely stretch of road. The house was set back in the trees and constructed like the ranch style homes. There had to be at least four bedrooms, and a hot tub sat just outside a gazebo. She had to smile. The man could live like a king, and yet it all seemed so simple and, well, comfortable. He parked in the garage and walked her in through the door inside. The kitchen shouldn’t have surprised her, but it was incredible. Large and immaculate, it fit a man who loved to cook, and Timothy loved his work. The entire house had a comfortable feel to it. It fit the man that was for sure. She looked to him, and noticed he was watching her. He was so handsome, and the thought of his hands on her body had that telling blush creeping across her body. Timothy dropped her bag and slowly approached her. When he wrapped his arms around her, she leaned into him, loving the feel of him. Loving everything about him. Her breath caught at that thought. “Tired?” He asked, rubbing her back in comforting strokes. “It was a busy day.” “A little I guess. Just unwinding.” “I have the perfect solution for unwinding.” “What would that be?” She leaned back, smiling into his eyes. “Would it have to do with that hot tub I noticed?” “That it does.” He said, unbuttoning her shirt. “I didn’t bring a bathing suit.” “Well, lucky for you I don’t have one either.” Her shirt dropped to the floor and he took her hand, walking with her to the back and into the gazebo outside. There, he finished removing her clothes and his own. Timothy led the way and climbed in first, watching her as she did the same. He then pulled her to him and sat with her back to him, between his thighs. “Oh, this feels incredible.” She sighed and leaned into him. “I thought you might like it.” He kissed the side of her neck and 52

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes wrapped his arms around her. For long moments, they sat in silence. The hot, frothy water easing the aches from the day away. The feel of her body was starting another ache, and her own body was responding. “Have I told you how happy I am that you came to work for me?” “I think you failed to mention that.” “I am sorry about today. I hold no feelings for Megan.” “Why did you divorce?” “While I was poor and struggling, I wasn’t good enough. So she cheated with any man who would have her, in hopes to snag a rich man.” “I am sorry. That must have hurt.” “Then it did. I feel nothing for her now.” His hands cupped her breasts. “You, on the other hand, have all my attention.” “Do I?” She arched into his touch. “Turn and face me, Jessie. I want to kiss you.” She turned and wrapped her arms around him, bringing her legs around his waist. She kissed him slowly and leisurely. He pulled away and drew a breast into his mouth, nipping gently and loving it with his tongue. Her head fell back, and he slid a hand down to her heated center, finding her ready for him. “I love it that you respond to me so well, Jessie.” “How could I not? My body burns when you touch me.” He lifted her, and slowly began to slide inside. Though it was still a very tight fit, she was beginning to take him easier. When he was deep inside of her, he held her hips and let her set the pace. His head fell back and lay on the side of the hot tub. If he watched her too long, he would lose his control. He felt her mouth on his chest and raised his head, only to have her lips close over his. With every thrust of his body, her tongue thrust against his. He made love to her body, and she made love to his mouth. Her breath was coming in short gasps now, and he could feel her tightening on him. Not tonight, he vowed. He would hold on until she was limp with pleasure before he took his own. “Timothy.” She sighed into his mouth. “Let go, baby. I have you.” Her head flew back and her body jerked with the force of her climax. He held her as she trembled and shook against him. Once her breathing was normal, he started to move again. 53

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Over and over he took her, bringing her one release after another. Then, as she lay limp and panting against him, he moved inside her in away that not only had her screaming his name, but brought him to a release that never seemed to end. Still, they remained locked together, kissing passionately and caressing each other in an effort to sooth and of a promise to live it all again. “You are an amazing woman, Jessie.” He gently slid from her body. “I don’t think I will ever get enough of you.” “Is that such a bad thing?” “No.” She looked into his eyes and saw something there that caused her heart to flutter. She shivered, and he noticed. “Let’s get out of here. You’re cold.” She didn’t argue, just let him help her to her feet and into the gazebo. He wrapped her in a towel and slowly rubbed her dry. Inside his bedroom, the towels aside, he laid her in his big bed and held her. Timothy watched as she drifted off to sleep. He was so in love with this woman. He could see a future with her. One that included shared dreams and children. Fitting her closer to him, he placed one large palm over her stomach and fell asleep, dreaming about that future. Hoping she would want to be a part of it. **** Jessica opened her eyes the next morning to the aroma of something delicious and her mouth watered. She sat up and gathered the sheet around her, wondering what Timothy was up to. The answer walked through the door bearing a tray of food and he looked just as delicious. No shirt, and a pair of faded levis. Absolutely scrumptious. “Morning,” he said as he placed the tray on the bedside table. “Hungry?” “As a matter of fact, I am.” She looked him up and down. “I hope you made enough for two.” “Sure I did. Can’t let you eat alone.” “So remove those jeans and join me.” She winked and let the sheet drop a little. “Oh, no you don’t. As tempting as it is, you need to eat.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “We have all day for the other.” “Okay,” she shrugged, and the sheet fell around her waist. “If you say so.” He watched as she reclined on the bed, resting on her elbows. His 54

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes eyes fixed on her breasts and her nipples hardened under his watchful eye. He stood and slipped his jeans off, and returned to set beside her. “You will be the death of me.” Leaning over he kissed one breast then the other. “Well, you better feed me first.” Timothy growled and grabbed the tray, setting it before him. Pancakes, dripping in butter and syrup, as well as large strawberries in a creamy sauce. Her mind worked as she watched him fork a piece of the cake and bring it to her lips. She moaned in pleasure, taking the bite into her mouth. When a second piece came forward, she waited just a minute too long. A large dollop of syrup landed just to the side of her nipple. “I’ll get that.” He said and leaned in to lick her clean. When he leaned back, he caught her smile. “You little minx.” With a wicked grin, he sat the tray on the floor, but not before she snagged a strawberry coated in the cream. She pushed him to the bed and used her imagination. Before the morning round of play had ended, Timothy lost all control, and Jessica learned the benefits of pushing him too far. “Like I said, baby,” he panted in her ear as he rested across her back. “You will be the death of me.” Jessica just smiled and closed her eyes. He had been rough but gentle. Taking him in that position had felt amazing, and she had climaxed harder than ever. She made a mental note to do it more often. The phone rang and he groaned, pulling away from her. She winced slightly, but it was a good, tender feeling. “Rona? Wait, slow down. What’s happened?” Jessica sat up and watched as he stood and began to pace. This was not good, and a sick feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. He hung up the phone with a curse. “Timothy?” “Get dressed, Jessie. We have to get to the restaurant.” “What’s happened?” “Apparently, it was vandalized.” She didn’t ask more questions, but hurried and dressed. The questions were rolling through her mind though. How bad was it? Did they know who did it? “Are you ready yet?” His voice was harsh and she flinched. “Yes, I am.” She tried to remember he was under stress. 55

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “Let’s go then.” He had always spoken so gently. It was hard to hear him speak with anger in his voice. He was worried about his business. She could understand that. “Did Rona say how bad things are?” She asked as she got into the car. “No, and I guess we will have to just wait and see.” She sat quietly then, not wanting to be the cause of any more stress. She had always been timid, but hearing anger in his voice was like a blow. They arrived and he walked straight into the building without a backward glance. Jessica followed, wanting only to be there for him if he needed. She made it inside just as he and Rona were talking. “Megan? You think it was Megan?” “Well, things are just like they were when she had that fit when you married her.” “Over the honeymoon?” “Yes. Ripped drapes and scratches on the door that look like from a nail file.” “The woman is desperate.” “She’s just trying to punish you for refusing her.” “I guess to keep her from ruining my business I should have accepted.” He didn’t notice Jessica or the color that left her face, but Rona did. Jessica turned and walked out, not looking back. “You are a world class jackass, Timothy.” “What?” “For all Megan has ever hurt you, you may have just lost the one thing that would have made life all the better.” “What in the hell are you talking about?” “Did Jessie mean anything to you or have you just been playing?” “Of course I wasn’t playing.” Then he looked around and noticed she wasn’t there. “Where is she?” “I imagine home by now. After that statement, I would have hit you first and then walked out on your ass.” Rona marched off to speak with the officers. He tried to remember just what he said, and then it hit him. I should have accepted. Damn, he really was a jackass. It took hours to clean the mess and have it ready for the next day. 56

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Thankfully, only a lock had to be changed and no windows were broken. Timothy had tried to call Jessica, but she wasn’t answering her phone. Rona walked in and informed him she had visited Jessie and she would be in for work the next day. “She asked that you please bring her bag and she will pick it up here.” “Damn, I screwed up.” “I assured her she would have a job. She’s to good too loose. For the business anyway.” The remark didn’t go over his head, and he flinched. Damn Megan. She could make him so angry and he lost control of his tongue. He was also aware he had been snappy at Jessie after he received the call. He hoped she would let him explain. He went home, and looking at the bed made him feel even worse. He gathered her things and sat them beside the door. After a very long night on his couch, he was dog-tired the next day. When he made it to the restaurant, things seemed almost in place. He thanked Rona and her sense for bringing in another cook for the day. He just didn’t have it in him. After the lunch run, Jessica walked in and looked no better than he. She spared him only a glance and went about her duties for the evening crowd. He waited until she took a break and followed her into the lounge. She stiffened, but sat silently. “Can we talk?” Timothy asked, sitting beside her at the break table. “I think you made things clear to me.” “I was angry. Megan has away of turning me into a mad idiot.” “Timothy, you’re a grown man and divorced. Instead of letting her ruin your life, have her arrested.” She sighed. “As long as she can pull your strings, you’re not over her.” “That’s not true. I don’t want her. I don’t love her.” Jessica sat quietly so long, he wondered and worried about what she was thinking. He had found something special with her, and he had blown it. “If me working here is a problem, I understand. I can find another job.” “I don’t want that. Please, Jessie, we are good together and can work this out.” “As long as that woman can affect you like that, there can be no 57

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes we.” “Is this what you really want?” “No.” She whispered, and her eyes welled with tears. “But it’s what I’ve got. It’s just better I find out now, before I really started to love you.” She stood and he rose beside her. He could see it. She didn’t want to walk away. He had to find away to make her stay. When she turned to leave, he pulled her back and held her to his chest. “Don’t do this, baby. Please. I didn’t mean any of it. I was angry.” “I know you were angry.” Her shoulders shook and she leaned into him. “What if she does something else? Will you wish you had taken her back? Will you be angry at us who care for you, instead of who truly deserves it?” “No. God no. I don’t want you to walk away from what we have together.” He tightened his arms around her. “I don’t want you to walk away from me.” “Why? Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.” “Because, I am so in love with you that the thought of you not there makes me ache inside.” He knew the words were true. “I know they say it can’t happen this fast, but it has. I don’t want to be without you.” “I fell in love with you, Timothy, but how can I ever believe Megan won’t take it away.” He held her face in his hands, and kissed the tears from her eyes. “Because I know now that she isn’t worth all the anger. Losing you would have destroyed me and I don’t ever want that to happen.” “You hurt me.” “I know. I can only hope you will forgive me, and love me.” Her arms went around him and he took in a relieved breath. He held her tight, and refused to let go when Rona walked into the room. His sister just smiled and left quietly. “If you ever do this again, I will take your sister’s advice.” “I won’t.” He kissed her brow. “Just what advice did she give you?” “I will hit you, and then walk out on your ass.” “Never again, baby. Never again.” He kissed her gently. “I think we should get out of here.” “I have to work the dinner rush.” “If I know my sister, it’s all covered. Come on, Jessie, come 58

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes home with me, and let me show you how much you mean to me.” Jessica nodded and let him lead her out of the break room. They were just about to the dining room when they heard Rona raising all kinds of hell. “Now what?” Jessica said and hurried into the other room. “Rona?” “Well, if it isn’t the new toy.” Megan stepped into view and for the first time in her life, hot anger rolled through Jessica. “Haven’t you done enough?” Jessica said and took comfort in Timothy’s hands on her shoulders. “Why can’t you just let things go?” “Well, that should be simple enough. I want something, and I won’t leave until I have it.” She smiled at Jessica and continued. “Haven’t you ever heard of fighting for your man?” Jessica shook off his hands and walked slowly to face the woman. Timothy walked to her other side. “Megan, just leave. No more trouble, just go.” He said, not liking the situation. He knew Megan, and the woman could be vicious. Jessica may get hurt. “There is nothing in me for you any more.” Megan reached out to touch his cheek, and Jessica saw red. When the woman started to move closer to him, it was too much. Jessica grabbed the hand and pushed it away from Timothy. The crack of Megan’s hand against her cheek was all it took, and Jessica retaliated. Megan was on her butt in the middle of the room before anyone knew what happened, her eye beginning to swell. “You little bitch.” Megan screamed and stood, drew her own arm back, the fist flying fast and true toward Jessica’s face. The punch never landed, as Jessica caught her fist in the air, and applied enough pressure to bring the woman to her knees. “You need to learn to play nicely,” Jessica hissed in her face. “Now, I either let you go and you walk away, or I hold tight until Rona can call the police. Your choice.” Megan pulled free and stood, gathering her dignity around her. “If this is the way you want it, Timothy, I will go. You know what you’re missing.” “No, but I know what I would have missed.” He pulled Jessica to his side. “Goodbye, Megan.” The woman left as quickly as she arrived, and Jessica breathed a sigh of relief. “How did it feel, Jessie?” Rona asked. 59

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “What?” “Hitting that witch. I have wanted to do it for years.” Rona laughed and clapped. “Bravo Jessie, you are my new favorite person. Now get out of here. I have this place covered.” Timothy grabbed Jessica’s hand and rushed her to his car, not giving her time to think. Her bag sat in the back seat, so she had clothes. He wanted to get her alone before her brain started clicking with reasons not to be with him. He was still shocked that his timid Jessica had socked Megan, and managed to humiliate her all in one minute. Megan needed the wind knocked out of her sails. He had been frozen to the floor when Megan ended up on it. Damn, but he found himself the perfect woman. Sweet and giving, loving in bed, and would knock him out if he got out of line. He reached over and took her hand, holding it while he drove. He just had to reassure himself that she was really there, and he hadn’t lost her after all. Once he parked the car, he grabbed her bag and again dropped it inside before taking her into his arms and kissed her until she felt she would faint. Last night had been so lonely, when all he had wanted was her warm body beside him. Her hands worked at his shirt, and she seemed desperate to have him naked. Her teeth nipped at his chest, and he had to step away to finish the job. “You have way too many clothes on, baby.” He said and began undressing her, then pulled her naked body against his and held her there. “Just let me feel you against me.” When he stood back, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the couch. Once he laid her across it, he came over her, slowly kissing his way down her body. He made sure he loved every inch of flesh with his mouth, before he settled at the heat of her. The sounds she made caused him to want her even more, and he breathed in her scent. His tongue stroked her lightly, before he dipped inside for a better taste. “You’re so sweet, baby.” Then he loved her with his mouth until she was all but crying. Her hands pulled at his hair, and he slowly rose over her body. “Stand for a minute.” She panted, and waited for him to do so. Then she slid from the couch to her knees and wasted no time in drawing him deep into her mouth. He wasn’t prepared for such 60

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes torture, and slowly his knees gave and he knelt before her while her mouth worked its magic. She continued until he felt he would expire. “Stop, baby. I want you with me.” He brought her up and kissed her. “I don’t know how gentle I can be with you, Jessie.” “I don’t want gentle. I need to feel you inside me, and know it’s me who can drive you beyond your limits.” She turned and leaned over the couch, her hips aligned with his. “Come on, Timothy. Lose some of that control.” “Is this what you want, love?” He pressed himself just inside of her, and she gasped. “Or, this maybe?” He moved slowly, and pressed very little of himself into her. He was afraid of hurting her, but she wanted him wild. She could confess her feelings, and it would either drive him inside of her, or drive him away. “Do you want me, Timothy?” “You know I do.” “Do you love me?” “Yes, I do.” “Then if you love me, as I love you, why wont you give me what I need?” He stiffened for all of five seconds, and then drove forward until he was buried inside of her. Jessica screamed and pushed her hips back into him, telling him how much she loved what he was doing to her with her body. “Say it again, Jessie.” He whispered into her ear as he leaned over her. “Say it again.” “I love you, Timothy.” He reached between her and the couch and stroked her clit in time with his hips. Her muscles tightened on him, and he knew she was close. He could feel his own release building, and he moved within her in hard desperate strokes. “Say it again.” “I love you.” Her climax took her as she said the words, and he followed her over that edge, holding her to him as he gave her his love and his life. He lay against her back, listening to her heartbeat and thanking whatever fate it was that brought her into his life. She felt like his other half, and he wanted her in his life forever. She had said she loved him, and his heart believed her. They may have not been with each other long, but his heart recognized her. “Baby, one of these days you are going to let me love you 61

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes slowly.” He kissed her back, and felt her shiver. “Are you cold?” “Are you kidding?” She lifted her head. “I am just sensitive to your kiss.” “That is a good thing, right?” “Absolutely.” She lifted herself up, and he reluctantly pulled from her body. “Now, you can take me to bed and show me slowly.” He stood and lifted her. Jessica wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him while he walked them into his room. He did in fact love her slowly, all night long. **** One Year Later “Jessie, you should really take it easy. Tim is going to have a shit fit when he sees you.” Rona said as she followed her sister-in-law around the dining room. “Cleaning up like this is not good for you.” “Rona, would you relax? The doctor said exercise is good for me. Will help bring on labor, and quit frankly, I am ready.” “But Jessie.” “No buts, Rona. I may be married to the man, but I know my own mind and body.” Rona threw up her hands and walked into the kitchen. No doubt, to tattle on her. Timothy would come out and attempt to argue. Right on time he walked into the room, with Rona on his heels. Jessica stuck her tongue out at her, and Rona just smiled. “All right, baby. That’s enough. Lets go home and I will rub your feet.” Jessica stopped, and gasped as a pain sliced through her middle, then blinked when it eased. She took a deep breath, and looked to her husband. “Give me a minute.” “What is it?” “Nothing. Maybe.” Another pain gripped her and she took a deep breath. “Oh, wow, I think baby is about ready to meet us.” “What?” Timothy said, and then paled when a pool of liquid formed at her feet. “Oh shit.” “Now, just relax, and it’ll be fine.” “I’ll get the car.” Rona ran for her office, and dashed out the door. “Ouch.” Jessica tried to breathe through it. “Oh, Tim, this really hurts.” 62

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “Come on, baby. Let’s get you to the hospital.” What seemed like a lifetime, in only eight hours, Timothy looked down on his wife and son. The woman had cursed him to hell and back before his namesake had made it into the world. Tears of joy ran down his face when he heard that first wail. Not for the first time, he leaned in and kissed her, and dropped a kiss across his child’s cheek. Such a little miracle. He went over the events of the last year in his mind, and smiled. Their wedding day, and the day she had told him they were expecting. Everything seemed to bloom since she had almost walked away from him. Only to find them here, together, and the start of the family he had always wanted. Creole Temptations had brought him so much more than wealth, or even his love of cuisine. It had brought him his Jesse, and now Tim Jr. He couldn’t ever want for more. When his wife opened her eyes and smiled, he again leaned in and kissed her. When she made room on the bed for him, he joined her, with their baby resting between them both. He looked into her eyes, and rested his hand on hers with the baby. “I love you, Jessica Mathis.” “I love you too.” THE END

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Vacation For Desire, by Linda White-Francis Teri accepts a date for dinner with David. She worries - will romance with a younger man be 'rocking the cradle' - or rocking the boat? http://linda-lee6405.tripod.com/ * * * * I dedicate this book in memory of my father Don White, and my sister Diana Martin: two guiding lights of inspiration in my life.

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CHAPTER ONE Never satisfied by any of her lovers, Teri Blanchester wallowed in her sexy irrelevancies as if they were true. There were times the dreams disturbed her, but for the most part they kept her alive, because repeatedly she found a good man is hard to find. David Brewster’s chatty openness uplifted Teri’s spirits. Her body and mind felt mesmerized by the sweet nectar of his vibrant, sexy voice. The travel agent from Sunny Days Travel Inc. could have sold Teri a bareback trip to Alaska, yet his succulent personality had her going to exotic Cancun. She hoped when she met him, that her mind’s imaginary picture of him matched the sweetly sensual sensations she’d experienced when hearing his voice. Ah, if only such a man could really exist, she thought, and heals the aches that reality brings. Keyed-up, and more excited than a schoolgirl going to her first dance, the complex redhead found she was more eager to meet David than boarding the long-awaited journey. “You’re worth it,” David promised. Teri, winced remembering how she told this perfect stranger she was an old-fashioned Ohio farm girl and this was her first vacation. David thought it sweet. Teri giggled, embarrassed by her naiveté. “That just means you’re about to change your life around.” The kind gentleman schmoozed. He had that right, Teri thought, steadying herself at the kitchen counter. I am aching for a change, glad for their faceless conversation. “Well, let’s do it then!” Teri squealed audaciously, words piercing her ears worse than the sound of her palpitating heart. Lord knows I need a life change before the change of life takes the wind right out of my sails--why not a cruise? She would have said it if she wasn’t afraid to give away her age. “It will be more fun than you’ve had in your entire life,” David 65

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes said, a bit presumptuously. Teri doubted that, unless he’s going to be my cabin-mate she mused. “Wait until you see the moon in the midnight sky. You can almost touch the stars,” he taunted. Teri’s body trembled as visions of romantic interludes danced in her head. She could almost smell the salty breezes wafting across the swelling ocean froth, and see the two of them glued together under a sequined heaven, blissful as feral cats. He has to be a fantastic kisser she thought, it goes with the voice. In a perfect world, he’d hold her hungrily, and she’d devour each of his kisses with the zest of a starving prisoner handed a raw steak. The rest of the night would be spent dancing in the emerald mist, long walks along the ship’s rails, and unabashedly petting under a crowded blanket on a convenient chaise lounge. Much, much later at dawn, spent, they would finally let go of each other, and then fall into bed, dog-tired. Oh, he didn’t say it exactly that way, but I sure am praying it will happen with somebody someday. She also prayed she hadn’t read more into this brief encounter than there appeared, because the tempting images David's voice sizzled-up, whetted her appetite with more sweeping desire than she had now. Could I be misreading his sales pitch for a cheap thrill? She wondered. No way, she advised herself. I am definitely getting some positive first-class vibes from this self-confident guy. Maybe there’s a chance here. “I hope you’re right,” Teri answered David with reserve, wishing she could see Mr. sexy voice right this very minute instead of in a couple weeks when she would make the final payment on the cruise. He’ll probably forget all about me by then and I will most likely be over my pubescent infatuation by then too Life could be complicated for Teri, because of her own making; but she relished her prevailing world of fantasies, and dabbled in them as if she were immortal. Dom, her previous fiancé, called her frigid and impractical, but in her often stuck in the clouds head, she fermented like charcoal smoldering in a pit, and was oh so ready for rich, fattening desserts. Dom is cold, mean-spirited too, she stewed defiantly. I have no warm feelings for him left. He’s poison, and his practicality is smothering me, giving me a feeling of being sentenced to crackers and water for the rest of my life. For a moment, later that evening Teri had the urge to call her friend Gina. It wasn’t at all like her to do anything as off the charts as 66

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes book a cruise without consulting her work friend. On autopilot, Teri picked up the phone to call, but set it back down again. “Nope,” she reconsidered, “I’ll tell her tomorrow.” Floating on air, Teri wasn’t ready yet to tell Gina about David. The outrageous woman would go bananas. What else is there to say? Teri concluded. Teri’s fervent wish was that the luscious gameness she felt within this strange hot to trot body she was trying out now would not fade by first light, leaving her feeling lame as an old horse. Teri wanted to savor the mood like a delicious crème de menthe. Eventually I will tell her, Teri sighed, but in good time, not now in the midst of the afterglow. Teri wouldn’t let Gina steal her erotic mood too soon; she was feeling too fine. Every sense in Teri’s body sought the readiness of the moment. Tonight it would be her own dirty little secret to keep sans Gina’s opinions. The madcap was the type who would have her go straight to the travel agency, peek through the windows, and check him out. “No way Hosea,” Teri muttered, kicking off her flats beside the fourposter. Still feeling ripe as a summer peach, she turned down the plump celadon comforter, and took from the top drawer of the highboy a pair of lilac satin pajamas. “Ummm these are so sexy,” she cooed, drawing the faintly scented fabric across her soft cheek. Can’t wait to get into these she thought. Teri had planned on reading awhile before taking her ritual soak. She wanted to turn-in early, but a voracious growl disturbed her train of thought. “I almost forgot to eat,” she complained, louder than her tetchy belly. “Puppy love, that’s all; it kills the appetite,” Teri accepted, full knowing. “Silly ruminations.” Teri adored her warm little kitchen. It sang in touches of red and white gingham. Her once imagined quaint garden in Tuscany had been realized by her keen attention to detail and hard work. The kitschy niche seized her eye every time she entered, and made her happy. She never tired of it. Another striking accent was the pantry, reflective of her love for the past. Instead of doors hiding the liberal shelving, charming curtains she’d sewn, flowing to the floor, hid canned foods, cereal, spices, bottled water and everyday dishes. It resembled a country-clad window more than storage space. An avid collector of old kitchen utensils, Teri’s homey retro pieces made a polite statement about her life, but tonight she might as well be a bubbling sexpot spilling over before a screaming throng of grabby homeboys. Another exhibit hung just so on a white pegboard, 67

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes the red-handled kitchen art heralded country-girl sweet, not flashy, or skanky, not some hot-to-trot lap-dancing transformation. Attractive like her, the collection made her proud. It had taken years to amass, and she used them devotedly. Dom had called the collection “fashionable junk” which infuriated Teri. “What about your smelly mid-century sofa, and those rigid chrome-edged chairs. They’re cold?” She’d reminded him. His uptight habits exasperate me. Even his furniture hurts. It’s uncomfortable, and likely to pinch me when I sit down. Teri passed a sigh of petulance. Secretly she wanted the relationship over with, but how, without losing? She supposed she was being selfish. Sitting befuddled at the end of the well-worn plank table, Teri smoothed a placemat and ate with solemn mechanization. Virtually betrayed by nonsensicalness, as if a pleasing dream would fool someone, Teri spaced-out for a second, awakening shortly when her throat rebuffed the dry ham and cheese. Collecting her thoughts, the fuzzy mirages came back on little horny feet—rampant inside her skull. Stabilizing her head in her hands, the mutant creatures resting right behind her eyeballs released a flurry of yellow butterflies that tickled her heart. She couldn’t eat any more. “Ha, ha, ha”, she burbled, rubbing her eyes in amusement, “snap out of it girl you’ve lost it.” Presto! Teri’s savior monarch appeared. It was David’s rich, powerful voice coming into her head. Again, on gossamer wings he was back and the fuzzy mirages were gone and this time she was awake! All this feels unbelievably reminiscent of that sensual movie Dom and I saw last year, she remembered, fumbling for her soda. That dreadful experience was the beginning of the end of us. It still haunts me. Teri deliberated, going back to those dark winter days when they were an ordinary couple driving to her apartment. I don’t know what I said that night that made him so mad. At the time it seemed benign, so off the cuff and meaningless. Recalling her exact words Teri had to confess in hindsight she probably came across as a bit over zealous about the movie they had just seen, but the music and the characters resounded in her reveries. “I can’t help it, Dom, this actor thrills me to death! He is gorgeous, and oh God, so sexy! I love the way his handsome lips translate disparagement as he sings. He’s in my head. He is The Phantom!” Teri confessed, a bit too excessively to Dom, who 68

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes scowled, clearly unimpressed. “It’s a neat feeling, to be in the moment. It’s a sign of a great movie, don‘t you think?” she asked her perplexed fiancé, baring her soul honestly on the ten mile drive to her apartment. Dom silently shot daggers at her through his incessantly smudged glasses. “Don’t look at me that way!” Teri cried, stunned by his evil glare. Clearly disgusted by her bluntness, Dom reached over and thumped her shoulder hard; she sensed a lecture would follow. “Ouch, that’s not funny! What’s wrong with a little fantasizing?” she asked animatedly. “It wasn’t meant to be funny. Get serious; it was a movie for God’s sake, and not that good either,” Dom trashed. “The man is a character in a musical, not an old boyfriend!” I hate it when he scolds me. Teri swallowed, stiffly waiting for the other shoe to drop He called her foolish and a pubertal. Spoken like a true highfalutin English literature professor, she thought. I don’t care what he thinks about my phantom, tonight or any other night for that matter. I love the phantom… I mean I love the character. What thunderstruck Teri that particular evening was the dark, lithe, leading man in the half mask, not the rude chuck from the prudish, lukewarm intellectual she was supposed to marry. Subliminally, Dom would make evident things would never be the same between them if she continued her obvious, deliberate and absurd meanderings. Under other circumstances, I might be relieved to be rid of him. What’s five years of your life if you are not truly in love? Teri said of their engagement, thinking rationally for once. If there were just more alternatives, but guys aren’t exactly climbing my trellises to get to me, she told herself sternly. Her friends had often said she was much too pretty and witty for Dom. Her own mother called him unattractive and cheerless, but Teri understood his complacency. She felt much the same way. Being with someone, anyone, was better than being alone. For weeks, she hid her dreams from Dom, enjoying her caped apparition every night. Hell, some of my crazy dreams could be a godsend to our mediocre lovemaking. She wanted to yell in Dom’s deaf ear so he’d listen to what she needed and wanted. But no Dom, you just don’t get it do you? She knew he would never go the fantasy route to improve their relationship. He didn’t 69

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes even read Playboy. He was just too damn bullheaded to know what was good for him. It wasn’t long before the worst happened; he stopped kissing her goodbye when he left for his apartment—a cold, uppity loft across town. Then he started hedging visits to her parent’s house. “You’re pissing me off, Dom. You know mom and dad expect us on Saturday. I already told them we were coming. Dad’s been waiting weeks for you to look at his computer.” Teri snapped at his reluctance one day. “I’m sorry, Teri, but I got some work to do with a couple students. Go on out yourself. It’s you they want to see, not me,” he said, with a sulky pout. “That’s an excuse! Oh, do what you want, you bastard!” She screeched. Dom always said he liked her mom and dad, they gave the impression they like him too, although her mother told Teri once, she thought him a bit too controlling for her liking. “He’s okay mind you, but he sure isn’t like any of the handsome boys you dated in high school. Whatever happened to them I wonder?” She grinned playfully. “They’re all married, what do you think, Mom?” Teri retorted. “I wish you wouldn’t make me feel this way.” “What way?” “Like I’m making a mistake. Are you saying he’s ugly?” “Not exactly, just dull…kind of homely.” “Dom’s going to make a great husband someday, don’t you think? His looks suit me, did you forget he’s eight years older than me? He’s becoming distinguished looking.” “Oh, is that what it is? Now sweetie, don’t get upset, but I worry. When’s he going to marry you anyway, when you’re fifty?” Mom has a point. I figure she’ll be overjoyed if I dump him. Wonder what she’s going to say when she finds out he’s probably going to dump me first?

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CHAPTER TWO Teri tranced often at work, imagining herself wrapped securely within the phantom’s arms. Sometimes in bed, her dreams made her cry, and she would reach out for his marvelous body, but he wasn’t there. I just want to touch him, slip my arm around his lanky waist, smooth his shiny black hair and soothe his troubles away. I could die in his arms and not care. Teri held her breath. Why couldn’t Dom understand a brief moment in time-when truth fades from sight and I’m no longer Teri Blanchester? I’m the leading lady in a theatrical production? Why didn’t he get it? And Dom continued to burn at Teri’s nonstop prattle, as she related admiration for the phantom of the opera. “It bothers me,” Dom barked, sitting her down at the kitchen table one day a few weeks after he’d hit her. “I don’t appreciate your sharing that bleary-eyed moviola crap with me—your incessant reeling offends me. It’s a sick obsession of yours, thrust right under my nose and it irks me. Where are your manners, don’t you think that hurts my feelings? Are you losing it or what?” “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. It doesn‘t mean anything.” Teri, attacked by the man who was supposed to love her, tried to apologize. He turned his back on her and went to the door. “I have to go.” Dom stormed out, leaving her bewildered. Serendipitous, yet painful, Dom, the man she thought she’d loved all those years, dumped her butt, brutally, a few weeks later. It was cold, pouring down rain, when they pulled up in front of her apartment. “Get out now!” He demanded, sliding over toward her side of the SUV. “Okay, I will if that’s what you want.” Teri stiffened scared of what he was going to do next. “Now!” He shouted shoving her out the half-open door. She tumbled to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Clambering to her feet, 71

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes something hit her head hard—it was her purse, almost putting her down again. “Geez, Dom, that hurt!” she cried massaging her smarting temple. “You didn’t have to push me so hard. I skinned my ankle on the curb, you stupid ass. And look, my head’s bleeding!” She spat the words at him venomously, muddy tears mixing with freezing raindrops. “I hate you!” Teri hissed through clenched teeth wiping blood on her coat. An old man passing helped her to her feet. “Are you okay, Miss? Want me to call a cop?” “No thanks. I’ll live. I appreciate the help though.” She assured the perplexed stranger supporting her. “What was that guy’s problem? Was he drunk?” he snapped, watching Dom’s SUV swerve down the street, narrowly shaving a string of parked cars. “Not drunk, just mad!” She told the old man. It was a bad scene she wouldn’t soon forget. Later that evening, weary, sick at heart, Teri admitted reluctantly, her life of boredom, often wrought with emotional cravings, probably was the root of most of her problems. But daydreams make my life bearable, she rationalized. Or could it be, the jaded men I choose to go out with make me daydream for something better? All night she dry heaved into a paper bag when it wasn’t being used to keep her from hyperventilating. The following day she actually felt good—expectant, and right, like an audience with the Pope is a catharsis for the soul, even if his eminence tells you you’re a heathen. Therefore, Teri went with it, as an addict goes for the dope, until the lack of sleep haziness wore off and she needed another fix. This time it all seemed like a bad dream, not a pretty picture. The abyss of her and Dom’s foundation puzzled her. Teri wasn’t sure of the outcome--and soon her euphoria dissolved into angst, now alone without a clue. “Damn him!” She wailed, oblivious of neighbors a thin wall away. Staggering to the guest room where oft times she went to brood and be free of household distractions, Teri bumped into a rail on the guest bed, almost hidden under a pile of worn out clothes, old magazines, and Christmas wrappings. I’m such a slob. I need to clean this place up, she sniffled. Across the room sat one beat-up hand-me72

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes down dresser and that was it. Not even a furry area rug adorned the hardwood floor to throw her tired body down on and cry until she made herself sick. “Life sucks, now what do I do?” Teri blubbered, slamming the door behind her. Sadly, as facts mounted and hope waned, Dom lost his araldite station in Teri’s eyes. He’s nothing but a common abuser, she told herself often, so she wouldn’t forget in case he called. If he calls I’ll hang up on the monster, she planned, but he didn’t call, and she was disappointed but proud of herself for not stooping so low as to call him either. It appeared the make believe joie de vivre Teri so long floundered over was gone too. The masked man had left with Dom— gone, both of them, everything evaporated into a horrible pool of stagnant realism smelling of certainty. The phantom was just a dream that will never come true, no more than fantasy masquerading as truth. Damn it! I have failed at love so many times I deserve a medal for bravery! Besides I didn’t have a chance in hell of landing the guy. He was a stupid movie star and he might as well live on Mars. Dom had to be right. In due course, Teri gave up her improbable yearning for the Phantom much as the masked man had done for the beautiful heroine in the operetta. Dingdong… I know in a roundabout way I lost Dom in the turbulence forged by my own silly desires. It wasn’t the fault of the movie. Will there ever be a man who understands my needs? Teri wondered. Dom wanted someone to shack up with. “I want marriage, kids if it isn’t too late, and a real home, not a temporary apartment existence with no real security.” Dom didn’t want any of that, so it had to end. Many tears, and many lonely nights later Teri limped on—with a little help from friends like Gina, M & M’s, and old Doris Day flicks.

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CHAPTER THREE Following Teri’s snack, the settle of night wandered in and about her tiny abode like a lost dog looking for a place to flop. A nice bath occurred to her. She prepared for bed as usual, taking off her cat-eye glasses, unfastening the necklace with the floating heart Dom gave her last year for Christmas, and tugging off the emerald birthstone ring, another gift from him. I should have realized he wasn’t serious when he never quite got around to giving me a real diamond engagement ring. Continuing to strip, she folded the white cotton T-shirt and blue denim Capri pants. They weren’t dirty yet so she laid them aside. Lastly, she made a basket shot with her bra and panties into the open wicker hamper standing in the corner. Completely naked, chilling in the harsh bathroom light, she lit four chunky aromatic candles, switched off the mirror bulbs, and slid gently into the foamy pink bath. “Ahhhh,” she sighed, “at last, all I want to do is lie back, forget the world around me and drink in the amber glow of one romping, romantic telephone rendezvous with the cruise man.” Then it hit like a truckload of dead fish. Old memories of Dom set in motion a thought provoking moment: she’d heard that day from a mutual friend. Dom had another woman—already! Probably had her on the side the whole time. Whoosh, down she slid in the bath like a torpedoed sub. That helped. Eyes open, inhibition free like an eerie poem, the murkiness of the water immediately cleaned her artless skull. Pitifully myopic she could still see the surface above her head clearly, even if the sudsy bath was stinging her eyes—like shed tears. I am not going to let it get me down, she promised. Coming up for air, Teri caught her breath, washed and rinsed her matted hair, scrubbed her rosy body and got out, agreeably tired, and ready for sleep. 74

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes By all accounts, Teri had ceremoniously washed Dom right out of her hair “For good, I hope”, she bristled. **** In May, the office staff gave Teri a small birthday party. Teri never liked to be on the receiving end of a birthday party, not even as a kid, but her friend Gina insisted anyway. It was special she said. The workforce and company CEO’s gave her a generous $200 gift certificate to Francois Style, a chic dress shop at Gainer mall; although it did not outweigh the embarrassment she had to endure to get it. Teri remembered her mother terminating all her birthday parties at nine years old recounting often how she’d cried habitually at birthday time. Her mother didn’t understand. Teri hated the singing. Blowing out the candles was horrendous. She never got them all out, and never got any of her wishes. Teri remembered all too well how it embarrassed her over the years. Many things embarrassed Teri. Like the fact, everyone knew she had been left man-less not long ago by a Neanderthal who pushed her out of his car. She also hated being the brunt of discussion whenever her friends gathered for dinner away from their own family stresses. Teri, to them, was the hopelessly sad, unmarried woman, alone and so beautiful too. What could be wrong with her? Therefore, she became fodder for behind the scenes debates. Teri grieved over it, conspicuously quiet at invited get-togethers. Why do I do this to myself? Being the fifth wheel is wearisome, she squirmed. I have nothing to add to their baby talk or lazy husband carp. Eventually conversation would turn to Teri: the titillating target for a fix-up. It worried her: when the matchmakers got started, they could be relentless. “Come on, Teri, he’s really nice and has only been divorced once,” Ruth, a co-worker gushed. “No children, the perfect guy.” Heavens, my back hurts, Teri straightened after sitting still so long, being discussed as if she wasn’t there. “No, Ruthie, I’m okay,” she fidgeted, sipping her drink as she scooted back and forth trying to get comfortable. Ah, they’re all-sweet girls, all on my side. They hate Dom as much as I do. They think they are being helpful, but I’m not ready to go out yet. “Teri, you’re going to be an old maid,” Gina chided tilting her head to one side, scrunching-up her nose. Teri was past caring; at her age she had all but given up the notion of marriage and a family. What was the use? 75

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “Cheer-up, life begins at forty,” Gina shouted from inside the freezer, getting the vanilla ice cream. On the banquet table, a bonfire atop Teri’s chocolate birthday cake was burning her in defamation. “Boy, all that candlelight makes your eyes show up even prettier,” Hank winked. Teri puckered up and blew out about half the candles. “You don’t get your wish wimpy gal,” Gina poked fun. “Well geez, 40 candles is no small task, and besides I never get my wish.” Teri, standing two heads taller than Gina, chuckled. By the time the two women sat down the rest of the office workers were in deep, jabbering about their pesky clients. “Here, have another piece of cake,” Gina pushed, plopping another hunk on Teri‘s plate. “You know, you need to get out more. Take a vacation,” Gina suggested. Everyone nodded and mumbled in agreement, then, like Zombies, got up and robotted laboriously back to their desks, leaving her and Gina to clean up the staff lunchroom. “If you don’t care, I’ll take the rest of this cake home to the kids,” Gina asked. “Sure, I don’t need it,” Teri remarked, sucking in a little belly. “By the way, you know I never take vacations,” she continued. “They’re too darn expensive.” Teri frowned, drying her hands on what was left of a wad of birthday napkins. “I know that, but isn’t it about time you start.” Gina teased. “I swear you can take the farmers daughter off the farm, but you can’t take the farm out of the daughter—that’s for sure!” Gina admonished. Gina was right. Teri was more comfortable picking blackberries on her parents’ back forty than traveling. The last time she was out of town was when her Aunt Clara died, ten years ago. “But a vacation does sound interesting for some reason,” Teri decided, later mentioning it to her friend. “Well, wonders never cease!” Gina exclaimed loudly causing a few Zombie’s heads to pop out of their stuffed shirts. “I’ll think about it and that’s all,” Teri warned her persistent friend. “Don’t push.” The next day in the ladies room, Teri halfheartedly spilled the beans to her friend about her decision to take a cruise, as an afterthought mentioning the travel agent whose voice she had fallen in love with. “Would you stop screaming? You’d think I won the lottery!” Teri 76

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes reprimanded Gina. Teri could tell right now the next couple of weeks were going to be excruciating. “He could be another Ben Affleck or Tom Cruise, honey!” Her eyes flashed like comets as she slathered on another layer of Real Red lipstick. “Or Benji,” Teri shrugged. “Are you crazy or something? I just want a normal guy who doesn’t shave his head or wear a nose ring.” “Ha, ha!” Gina smirked, and kept up the prattle. “Blah, blah, blah,” Gina babbled on until Teri signed time out. And, just as the unwilling traveler surmised, her ardent friend insisted they drop by the travel agency tomorrow to get the lowdown on the ticket agent. “Don’t worry Teri, I’ll go with you, it’ll look harmless just two ladies window shopping, and that’s all. He won’t realize a thing. Hey, you can wear a hat and sunglasses if you want,” Gina sniggered, clapping her compact shut, giggling like a wild-eyed teenager scheduling her next tryst with the cutest badass in school. “I’ll pass on that one,” Teri blurted, “I’d rather die!” “Sure you would,” Gina said sardonically, “you can’t wait to get a gander at the man. Oh, forget it. Gotta go now, it’s almost nine, catch you at lunch and we’ll continue this conversation. Don’t worry, I’ll come up with something,” and she bounced off to her little cubbyhole. Teri was glad she would be working through lunch today, because she planned to leave early for a dental appointment for her six-month check-up. The dental appointment with Dr. Small went well-no cavities, and since his office was located at Gainer Mall, Teri stopped by Francois Style and cashed in her birthday gift certificate on a flattering little black dress. “Maybe I’ll wear it on my cruise,” she confided to the stylish, fifty-something sales clerk. “Oh you will need more than that dear if you are going on a cruise. Why there are all kinds of fancy parties and dances to dress-up for. Come on, we can select some appropriate apparel for your vacation right now,” the energetic woman suggested. “Yes I know I need more, but I’m pressed for time right now,” she lied. The last thing Teri wanted to do today was try on more clothes. All she could think of was getting home and removing her agonizing shoes. “Thanks so much, I’ll be back in soon and you can show me everything on the racks,” she said, waving goodbye on her way out. 77

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CHAPTER FIVE Again, working through lunch so she could leave work early, Teri stopped off at the restroom so she could brush her hair and re-apply a glossy burgundy lipstick. The lipstick was a striking accent and setoff the tailored black suit she was wearing. Feeling especially feminine, she sprit on a light floral sent of Rainy Surreal, the only fragrance she wore. She felt complete. Sunny Days Travel Agency was located in a busy part of town. Luck favored her as she found an open spot in their parking lot and was able to pull her silver mini van in easily. What a relief, Teri thought. Nonchalantly, Teri opened the sparkling glass door. The large subdued setting mimicked a comfortable, manly family room. Several waiting patrons sat in handsome leather chairs waiting their turn. Teri ambled over to the waist high counter and signed-in on a big, red velveteen ledger. She noticed there were two parties ahead of her: a Mr. Nels Hargrove and a Mr. & Mrs. Ralph Cowslip. Smiling behind the half-moon counter stood a slew of gleamy-toothed agents taking care of jovial cruise clientele. Most agents were women of various ages, but one young man in his twenties was chatting lightly with an older couple, about seventy. Unfortunately, Teri couldn’t see the man’s face or hear his voice clearly, he had his head turned slightly to the side. The man had neatly styled jet-black hair and was incredibly tall, wearing an expensive navy blue suit. His profile was perfect she noticed. This couldn’t be David. He was older, probably my age, Teri supposed, settling back. Where was he? Certainly, David would be back soon, She wasn’t very concerned, not yet. As slow as molasses in January, ten minutes oozed into thirty. Teri was growing antsy, wishing she’d cleansed her contact lenses before she left work. They hurt. Looking for something to take up 80

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes some more time, she perused the colorful posters hung on the faux suede walls. I’m not in the mood to read, she thought faking interest, nervously flipping through a travel magazine featuring the lush Island of Jamaica. Shortly Mr. Hargrove’s name was called, and Mr. & Mrs. Cowslip were on their way to the counter as well. “Great, I’ll be next,” she whispered. “Ms. Blanchester?” A familiar voice loomed over her head. Next a gigantic, suntanned hand came out of nowhere for her to shake. Looking up demurely, her eyes met the most arresting onyx eyes she’d ever seen. Businesslike, she put her dainty hand in his, shaking his twice. She coughed, nearly choking on her own saliva. It was the young man at the end of the counter – what a knockout. No, this can‘t be David. I’m confused, she thought. “Hi, are you okay?” he patted her back. She shook her head, yes. “I’m David Brewster. I have your cruise packet all set,” he said nicely, leading the way. It was David! Teri coughed again. The man on the phone, the one she’d dreamt about for three weeks. I’ll never forget that deep, sexy voice. I finally get to drool over, uh meet him. Oh, he’s hot. She adjusted her shoulder bag. And too damn young for me. Cruds! “Brewster and Blanchester sounds like a Vaudeville team,” David chuckled, taking his place behind the counter, paperwork already in front of him. “Is it okay if I call you Teri?” he smiled. Teri nodded, wishing she were ten years younger. She marveled how a kid his age even knew what the word Vaudeville actually meant. She barely knew herself except her great-granddad would tell her and her two sisters wonderful stories of sneaking in to see the raucous shows when he was a daring young man in the early 1900s. “Them pretty women could really dance and sing,” he’d tell us. “They weren't just pretty faces, they had loads of talent, but best of all, they weren't scared to show a little skin. Us boys would just go crazy when some of that beautiful skin would bounce out of their chemises.” Great-granddad would howl. He was fun and lived to be 105. Thank God, this gorgeous and young fellow wasn’t someone she needed to charm. She breathed a sigh of relief, shifting emotional gears. The lecherous thoughts she was having wouldn’t take over this time. She hoped he didn’t notice her shock when they shook hands. “Got your arrangements right here.” David made eye contact again, wilting Teri‘s composure. “You’ll be aboard the Starlette 81

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Sunrise Liner leaving Port of Miami on Thursday, August 12th at 2:20 PM.” He took a breath. “Here you go.” He thrust the package forward, accidentally sending her ticket and a hefty blue envelope fluttering to the floor. “Oh wow, I’m sorry.” He reddened, sprinting to his feet, seizing the diffusing paperwork. Oooh, he smells great, kind of spicy, she mused. I want to get down there with him and get a good look at his spicy, delicious face. It’s amusing watching him crawl though; I get a great view of his magnificent agile body…oooh his hair – so thick, so dark, and so wavy. I want to run my fingers through it, madly, and pull it back wickedly, like they do in the movies, right before the sinful kiss takes place. Teri thought she'd swoon. Her emotions were starting to overwhelm her. “That’s okay, I can get the rest,” she said, a little too late, loving his constant attention. “If you have any problems, my business card is in the packet,” his eyes twinkled. “By the way, I’ll be on that Cancun trip myself. Maybe we’ll run into each other.” Head down he continued shuffling the rumpled papers back in order. “Huh? No kidding? That’s great.” Teri stuttered, feeling foolish. “I wouldn’t mind mixing a little business with pleasure,” David beamed a quirky smile. “Any questions?” he straightened up, tall as a tree. “The brochures are pretty informative, but I’d be happy to go through everything with you if there is anything you aren’t sure of at this time. In fact let’s go back to my office.” “No, no, I’ve done my homework. I think I know everything there is to know about going on a cruise. It sounds exciting. You were very explanatory when I called.” She wanted to pinch herself to see if she was dreaming, but she was not going back to his office to find out! “You’re going?” she asked. He laughed, amused by her delayed comeback. “Yes of course. Here’s your credit card, just need for you to sign here and here,” he tapped his pen, “and we’re all done.” He grinned at the relief on her face. “Yeah, I’m required to go on some of the cruises every year. That way I know what I’m talking about when patrons like you call up and put me on the spot.” Oh yeah, and you sweet-talk them until they bite on the line?” Teri squinted. A big smile spreading across his chiseled jaw showed off his 82

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes dazzling, perfectly straight white teeth. “I look forward to the cruise part of my job the most. Care if I call you before the cruise?” He stunned her sinfully—walking her to the door. “Huhhh?” she blinked, gathering her thoughts. “What do you say?” “I guess you can call me but…but aren’t you kind of…” she hesitated. “Sure, that’s fine.” She changed her mind, dropping the rest of what she was going to say. “You got my number?” she snuck a flirty peek, brushing past him as he held the door—aware of his firm muscular body as she left. She could feel the animal magnetism rising instantly between them. She just hoped it wasn’t her over-active imagination working overtime again. “And you got mine,” he winked, flirting back. What am I doing? Teri scolded herself. Now this is crazy. It’ll never happen, she thought, starting the van. “You’re cruisin’ for a bruisin’ young lady.” She could hear her mother’s admonishment now. I can’t tell her this unless I feel like being chastised and have to sit through that entire mother knows best stuff – which of course she does so very well. In the car, Teri called Gina at work and gave her a quick synopsis of what just happened. “What do I do?” she asked, at wits end. “Are you nuts? It’s a gift from the gods. Go with it. For once, you’re on the right track. Enjoy. Anyway, nothing has happened yet. Don’t count your chickens before they hatch,” Gina seriously reminded her friend. That’s one thing about Gina, I admire. She never lets me forget the reality part of my life or anything else for that matter.

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CHAPTER SIX By the time Teri was almost home, thoughts of David had watered down a bit. She’d been toyed with before, and it never amounted to anything. Casual flirting was fun for a few minutes, but she knew the difference between flirting and serious interest. He was just trying to turn an old babe on, that’s all. Mounting the steps to her apartment, Teri could hear the phone ringing inside. Picking up the pace, she quickly let herself in. “Hello.” she gasped, out of breath. “Hi Teri, it’s me, David. “David?” “David Brewster. I-I-I was thinking…have dinner with me Saturday night!” He almost demanded. He sure doesn‘t waste any time. I like that, she pondered, dropping her keys on the hall table. “Uh, I don’t know about that. Aren’t I a bit old for you?” Teri disclosed bluntly, this time saying what she should have said back at the travel agency. “What’s age got to do with anything? C’mon. I’m 32 and you are… an intelligent, attractive woman I’d like to get to know better.” “I’d like to go but…” “But you’ll go right?” “Are you married?” “Of course not!” “Okay,” she went limp with relief, accepting his statement as truth. “But on one condition.” “Oh, now don’t tell me you want to go Dutch treat?” “No, no, I want to meet you at the restaurant.” What did she know of David Brewster? His name actually did sound familiar, but she didn’t know where she’d heard it. These days it was wise to be on the safe side. He could be a killer. “Oh, you’re afraid I’ll attack you huh,” he kidded. 84

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “Not really, it’s just a policy of mine.” Teri told him squeamishly. “Oh. Sure, no prob. I know a great place a few miles from where I live in Conner’s Park called Andre’s. It’s a neat little French bistro on the corner of Broadway and Beck Street. Have you heard of it?” David inquired. Listening to him talk could send me into one of my dreams…I can feel it coming, oh God, let it pass. “Teri, are you listening?” “I’m here,” she wavered a second. “I’ve been there a couple times. I can find it, I think. What time?” she asked the impatient man. Conner’s Park eh, elite digs. “How does 7:30 sound?” He answered quickly. “I’ll be there. See you out front.” “Oops, got another call. Got to go,” he said, and their conversation ended. The next day thunder woke her up. Rain ran down the outside of her bedroom window in rapids and the glass steamed over. There’s something about a warm rainy day that makes me feel calm and cocooned. She wrote her name across the pane, and encircled it in a big heart. It was Wednesday, three days left until date night. “Huh?” She said wiping the heart off with her sleeve. What next she wondered? When she got to work, Gina was waiting to get the lowdown. “We got some work to do before Saturday night. Give me five!” she slapped Teri’s palm. Teri turned smartly and went to her desk, but before the end of the day, Gina had called every hair salon in town landing her an appointment at Mr. Angel's Hair Emporia. “I get my hair done there all the time. He’s excellent. You’re lucky I got you in at such short notice.” Gina squealed proudly, as if she were going along on the date too. “It’s time to get that mop styled, get some cut off, not real short just a nip here and there so it swings a little sexier and frames your face. Then get a manicure and porcelain tips.” Teri knew Gina would make sure she got the works: a facial, an eyebrow wax, and even a pedicure with attractive toenail tips to boot. “Definitely wear open-toed shoes with that little black dress you told me about,” bossy Gina kept at her. “Don’t read too much into this, Gina. I’m not too sure about it. Not all the cosmetics in the world will change how old I am. All the 85

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes extra expense could be for naught,” Teri whined. “I can’t expect this kid to be that serious about me. Not that I would mind, but all I’m looking for is a good time.” “Good grief, aren’t all first dates just for fun? If we knew what we were in for we’d stay home and watch old movies.” “Be gone, girl, I’ve got work to do.” Teri shooed her away. Time passed swiftly before the big day. Teri was grateful for that… and truly enjoyed all the special treatment on Saturday morning Mr. Angel bestowed upon her, but fate can turn on a dime. Saturday night on her way to the restaurant a fender bender, a few cars ahead, held her up forty minutes. Darn, I wish I hadn’t left David’s business card at home I could call his cell phone and let him know I am ok. Guess he’ll just have to wait and wonder, she thought. Disappointed, thinking Teri was a no-show, David ordered a lite beer at the alfresco bar, to soothe his nerves. Teri saw David immediately as she arrived, he was pacing up and down the sidewalk as he waited. My stars he is awesome. I hope I look okay, hope he’s not upset because I’m late, she worried. When he spied her, his eyes lit up like sky rockets and he sprinted to her side, happy as if she had risen from the dead. “You look fantastic! Wow!” David exclaimed loudly as he looked her over. He seemed relieved and not mad. “You do too.” Teri felt weak. David was more handsome than any movie icon she’d ever seen…better than the phantom. “What happened?” He took her hand, kissing it, quietly slipping her bare arm through the crook of his own. He felt good and his warmth sheltered her chilly body from the cool night air. Teri explained the pile up, impressed by David’s genuine concern. She’d gotten heck from Dom for less. It was a refreshing change for anyone to care that much about her welfare. What an absolute delight he is, this sweet boy, but I‘m way off base here. What could he possibly see in me? “This is weird, David, to tell you the truth. I think I’ve reached my middle-age crazies,” she stammered, feeling awkward. “I don’t know what to say. I shouldn’t have come.” Tears welled up. Suddenly she felt more middle-aged than she should for a woman not even 50 yet. “I’m stunned by your candor, dear lady,” his dark eyes were probing. “Is that what it is, candor? David I am forty years old. You are a 86

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes kid!” Teri counseled him. “Why worry if it doesn’t bother me? I'm not in my twenties you know. And you are nowhere near middle age.” David blew the age thing off, easing her mind. A perfect gentleman, David opened the door to the restaurant for her, following her in. The French waiter led them to a tiny secluded table aglow with warm flickering candles burning sinuously on a sparkling white tablecloth. “Mademoiselle, your chair,” he indicated with an open hand, sliding out her chair. They took their seats with a grateful smile for the waiter who presented them with menus and a wine list. She didn’t know why David was so persistent, but she wanted to be honest with him, and most of all honest with herself, which she wasn’t used to being. “Okay you win for now,” she agreed for the moment, smiling her sweetest smile. David ordered shimmering pink champagne chilled in crystal wineglasses, and some oysters on the half shell hors d‘oeuvres. “I was thinking, since I will be alone on the cruise it will be nice to have you aboard ship.” She giggled, champagne bubbles tickling her nose. David looked perplexed, moving closer, cuddling both of her hands within his roomy, gentle grasp. “Is that what you think? You’ll be alone?” “Yes,” she told him, wondering what he was getting at. “There will be hundreds of people on that ship including me!” He truly glowed. “It’s going to be more fun than you have ever had in your entire life!” “Where have I heard that one before? Bet you tell that to all the girls?” Teri said, wishing she hadn’t. “Don’t be such a skeptic.” David pretended to sulk, unrolling his napkin. “Life is to be lived, pretty woman. Fun included. And you don’t look forty to me! So what’s the big deal? I like you. There’s something about you I like and I want to know more.” “Really?” Teri blushed. “Like I told you on day one, I’m a farm girl at heart, and this cruise is my first vacation. Well…actually, I have been off the farm quite a few years. I managed to get a Business Degree from Ohio State University, and eventually trained to be a 87

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes paralegal at Smithe, Lockhart and Schulz where I work now. But once a farm girl always a farm girl,” she shrugged off her words. “And in case you’re wondering, no, I’ve never been married.” She ran on breathlessly, “Guess that’s pretty freaky huh?” The waiter arrived to take their orders. Teri looked at her companion. “Would you order for me, David? Surprise me.” Listening intently, anxious to hear more, David stopped briefly to look at the menu, nodded Teri’s way and ordered their dinner. “French onion soup, Cesar salad, filet mignon, Brussels sprouts and baked potato with sour cream, and then, for dessert, crepe Suzettes”. “Ummm, sounds scrumptious,” Teri licked her lips. “You are so gorgeous. Do you realize how special this evening is to me?” David asked dreamily. Wowee, he’s really coming on to me. Teri didn't know what to say, and decided to change the subject, chattering a mile a minute about the weather, how lovely the restaurant was, even her kitchen collectibles, prodding David to do the same. “Like I said, I’ve never been married either, and no I’m not gay,” he hushed. David chitchatted mostly about their impending cruise, not much about himself. “There’s so much to do. The ship itself is a small city.” He stopped talking for a second. His words seemed to catch in his throat, and he gazed musingly into her eyes. Slowly and unexpectedly, he began to stroke her cheek. “You are going to love dancing in the moonlight. It’s spectacular. You can almost reach up and touch the stars.” He sighed languorously. Teri felt as if she were dreaming her old dreams of fantasy. Why else do these words of his sound so familiar? Why am I so enamored of this guy, like the men in my daydreams? She felt she knew what would come next. She’d reach out and he wouldn’t be there. But, a miracle happened that night. When she reached across the table and her hand felt the warmth of a smoothly shaven face; she knew this dream man was real! “You’re beautiful Teri,” the smitten man moaned. You have always been beautiful.” Terri shut her eyes, breathing deeply, hoping this night would never end. The soup arrived first, steaming hot, and her dream came to an abrupt halt. “Guess we’ll have to wait for this to cool,” Teri noted. Hot soup 88

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes always reminded her of something her sister Melanie once said when they were little children. “Eat around the edges, its cooler,” Melanie sniffled, the scalding vegetable soup making her nose run. Lo, it was true, and Teri never forgot it. Tragically, Melanie died a few years later when her beloved horse Bonner took a fall during riding competition, and her sister broke her neck. Ironically, Teri, without thinking, carried this rule around with her in the satchel part of the brain her whole life – eating around the edges because it was safer, “cooler not hot”. The homemade euphemism seemed to work for lots of people but it proved pure folly for her. David agreed the soup was hot. “Let’s dance while it cools,” he suggested. “I’d love to. No more eating around the edges,” Teri mumbled. “What was that?” David tilted his head, slipping an affectionate arm around her waist, leading her to the dance floor. “Oh, nothing.” She stretched to fold her hands behind his neck. “David you’re so tall. I can barely reach you.” David took her hands and kissed them sweetly, putting one on his shoulder, the other one tenderly close to his chest; resting his cheek on her forehead. David was reading her mind again, squeezing her tight…this is yummy. I feel so young like a high schooler. She felt, as they embraced each other hungrily, time stood still. Shuffling slowly, entwined like roses budding on lattice, overcome by the old soft love songs, she and David remained cosseted until the dance was over. In fifteen minutes, the music ended and they returned to their dinners but not before David gave her a quick hug, his urgent lips stealing a kiss from her waiting mouth. “That was wonderful,” he said, holding her hand, guiding them back to the table. I feel protected in his care. He knows exactly what a woman needs she thought as he pulled her chair out for her and she sat back down. “There will be lots of dancing like this on the cruise,” he said caressing her arm. “There will be?” She fluttered her lashes, feeling her face redden slightly. “Does that mean we can dance till dawn?” “Until our feet ache,” he whispered, sipping a spoonful of cold soup. 89

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “Umm, that kind of pain I can stand.” She sighed, shoving the soup aside, leaving her salad to wilt. Only the meat interested her… filet mignon was her favorite. A bit over excited to eat much, her mind was on the kiss. It still tasted good, even better than the filet mignon. David, obviously unruffled by romance, ate everything and quickly. “You have a ravenous appetite.” Teri grinned. “I haven’t eaten much for a few days,” he revealed. Because of me? she wondered, hoping. After dinner, outside, when it was time to say goodbye, Teri savored the lingering sweetness of his crepe Suzettes in his juicy parting kisses “You taste so good.” she murmured. David sighed, moving closer to her. “You smell so good. Your perfume is an aphrodisiac. It’s sweet and soft, like gentle rain cascading over jasmine. It’s driving me wild. I want to take you home and make love to you until our bodies are depleted of all reason. His firm bough once again brushed against her panting nest of desire. He smells good too, she thought. Pheromones smell good… “You’re gorgeous, Teri,” he smothered his face in her neck, holding her steadfastly as if for the last time. Teri loved the smell of his healthy, balmy body, like fresh lime with a hint of coconut, the mingling of their two colognes made her half crazy with desire. She wanted to go home with him and forget everything she’d ever considered courtliness. Releasing her, he caught his breath. “After we first talked I was a basket case,” he said. taking charge of her fragile body as tenderly as one would a newborn baby. He kissed her again and again until the skin around her mouth felt nearly raw and her lips were numb from his heated kisses. “I couldn’t get you out of my mind. I counted the hours until I would see you. I knew who you were the minute I heard your voice. When you didn’t show up on the scheduled day to pick up your tickets, I wasn’t sure I would ever see you” Teri massaged his broad shoulder sympathetically. I know about daydreams, she wanted to tell him, But David is a man. I am fearful he won’t completely understand but I could be wrong here. David’s forthrightness is refreshing—I adore that about him “I’ve never met anyone like you before, David. This must be one of my crazy dreams. Are you for real?” she mused. “I’m for real, I promise. I’ll prove it to you.” He tweaked her 90

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes nose. “You’ll find out how real I am one of these days. I swear.” And, she believed him. Like two people in the first throes of love, she and David idled away nearly two hours, making out in the parking lot, unnoticing gawking passers by. Exhausted finally they straightened their clothes and smoothed their messy hair, returning to the subject of the cruise. They could share a cab to the airport on their way to Miami, his treat he went on excitedly. “Pack a lot of fancy dresses because we will be attending lots of fun parties and dinners.” He could not take his eyes off her. David told her he would arrange a convenient cabin next to hers. She liked it that he didn’t take it for granted that she would be sleeping with him in his cabin, although maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. It’s going to be fun going swimming, shopping and sight seeing together he went on madly. Teri’s head spun out of control as she tried to sort it all out, but she was happy and expectant. This vacation is going to be a blast, if he’s not leading me on. “Are you sure?” Teri implored. “A good woman is hard to find,” he crooned drawing her once more closer to his hard, eager body. “I know you must think I am giving you the rush, but I’m not. I’m impetuous about what I want, and I’ve wanted you for a long time.” Teri let go, halfhearted, and unlocked the van’s door. “It’s time to go now, David. There are no words to say what a great time I’ve had tonight. I feel breathless. I’m speechless! It’s as though we’ve known each other forever.” “We have.” He mumbled so she could barely hear him. “Here’s your doggie bag,” he changed the subject retrieving it from the hood of her van, mischievously making her reach. “My lunch,” she snickered innocently, snatching the dangling sack from his grasp. “Good-bye now,” she said, moving closer, passionately burying her head in his muscular chest before she left him. “Before I go, when did we meet? You said we’ve met before.” She looked at David unknowingly, thinking that perhaps he was only being poetic. “I was eight years old. Don’t you remember?” he asked, totally expecting her to say she did. “Wait, David, we really have met before? How? When?” Twentyfour years is a long time, Teri calculated. 91

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “You looked after me one day when Darla Simms broke her hand. She sent you in her place.” “Oh for heavens sake. I was sixteen. I do remember now. I was your babysitter.”…Ugh! Now he is making me feel old. “That’s incredible. I thought your name rang a bell, but I couldn’t place the face. Now I know why. What do you remember about me? I was with you such a short time… a day or two one summer. You were a darling little boy.” And now a darling man! “You made a vast impression on me then. You were kind, and beautiful, not condescending. You didn’t laugh when I insisted I was going to be Superman when I grew up. I even saved the red cape we made out of crepe paper. You told me to follow my heart and anything was possible. Being a kid, those words were profound. Later I changed my mind about being Superman because it made more sense to go into the family business, but I never forgot about you and your advice. Fate, at last has brought us together. I believe in fate, don’t you, Teri?” “I’m floored. This can’t be real. Well, fate… yes it’s crucial, but you did get to be Superman…. ah…I mean a super man, that’s the important part.” He’s so sweet, so vulnerable, a perfect Superman disguised as Clark Kent. She shivered in his arms, not because she was cold. Quite the contrary, but because she was aching, throbbing, begging shamelessly right here in this public place for David’s hot affection. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anyone else in her life. Captured in his arms, she felt like Lady Guinevere, and he her knight in shining armor—she gave in to his adorable kisses unabashedly as they warmed the delicious chill running up and down her spine. Strong as Superman, David lifted her carefully into the van, stirring the nakedness of her bare back. Teri felt what was left of her composure, slipping away like wet sand at riptide, kissing him passionately until their teeth met and their tongues entwined. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” he promised. And she believed him. “There’s so much more I want to know about you, my darling woman. I’ve waited so long.” He closed the door. “So have I,” she mouthed, throwing him a kiss. “Bye, David,” more tears welling. “Thanks Gina”, Teri cried as she started the van. “Now maybe 92

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Recipe for Seduction, by Tamara James Zara's thinks her scrumptious neighbor Jim needs loosening up with some of her spicy cooking. She's got just the right dish in mind for him. http://www.tamarajames.com

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RECIPE FOR SEDUCTION By Tamara James

CHAPTER ONE “Mmm, now that’s a nice view.” Nicky’s voice purred. “When did Mavis start collecting beef cake?” Zara snorted. “Hardly.” Born and bred from old southern money, Mavis, Zara’s very proper neighbor, had shocked high society when she ran off at eighteen to marry a poor Yankee cop. At eighty-seven, Mavis O’Donnal still blushed when she spoke of her husband Tom. “Mavis and Tom are in Atlanta fulltime. She’s overseeing her granddaughter’s take over of her cosmetics company. Remember.” “Yes, yes, I’d forgotten.” Nicky pressed the pad of his thumb into the cramp that had possessed Zara’s right arch for the past day. Pain shot up her leg. “She gave the house to one of the grandsons. Right?” Zara groaned when the bunched up muscles released and the tense muscle eased. “Wait, don’t tell me.” The tips of his fingers tapped against her skin. Zara grinned. Nicky had a bad habit of drumming his fingers against any available surface. It was as though the movement kick started his brain. Nicky smacked the top of Zara’s foot. “Got it. ‘Used to work for one of those alphabet agencies in the government, then something happened, and now he’s a cop. Right?” “You got it.” Nicky’s lithe fingers worked their way up Zara’s ankle. Tight from dancing all-day and working on her feet all night, she’d begged him to untangle the knot. Zara’s former dance partner now business partner had an almost mystical ability to relieve muscle pain and cramps. 95

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “Whew.” Nicky whistled under his breath. “Mavis wasn’t kidding when she said they were good looking boys.” Unable to resist, Zara lifted the cool cloth off her eyes and watched her neighbor. Five foot eleven inches of pure lickable muscle, Detective James O’Donnal just finished his morning run. A daily event Zara found herself anticipating. The man moved like a dream. Pure male. The row of small bungalows, set in an exclusive Miami suburb, shared a common backyard. Biscayne Bay stretched like a jewel accentuating her neighbor’s well-toned form. A pathetic comment on her social life and obsession with her surly neighbor, Zara memorized his weekly routine. Though it cost her much needed sleep, it was rare she missed seeing James’ return. Bare chested and sweaty, James twisted, broad smile across his face, and returned a wayward ball to the kids on the other side of her house. Zara shivered. The man had a mouth made for sin and a compact muscle packed frame that made her think wicked thoughts she shouldn’t be thinking. “Wow. That smile changes him from angry and brooding hotness to model perfect.” Nicky made the suggestive comment. “He’s straight.” “Pity.” The screen door snapped shut announcing Sherri’s return, Zara’s chef and best friend, from the kitchen. James’ head swiveled toward the sound. Zara attempted a wave. A frown replaced the warmth in the Detective’s gaze. James glared at Zara then stomped up the back steps and into his house. She sighed. Zara wished she knew what had happened. Things between them were going well until the night of the opening. He’d disappeared shortly after his arrival. Later, when she tried to find out why he left, he muttered something about poaching and dealers then slammed the door in her face. A first she’d been angry. Did he think because she was half Cuban she’d be into something illegal? She ran a clean club, a place where people could come to relax and have fun. But her reason returned after her hurt had subsided. His declaration hadn’t made sense. The only people at the opening were staff, some family, and a handful of students from the dance studio. 96

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes To add further insult James went ballistic last week when he found out his oldest niece took private lessons with her. He’d barked at Zara to stay away from his family and dragged Laura out. Brian, James’ oldest brother, had shown up that night apologizing for James behavior but didn’t explain it. Zara buried the ache in her heart. She needed to get over it already. She replaced the cloth over her face and slouched down. She tried to block out the memory of the hours they’d spent together. More perceptive than she would like, Nicky caught the exchange. “What was that about?” Zara shook her head. Nicky started to question “Wait, you haven’t seen them all. Mavis didn’t do them justice.” Unaware of the silent exchange, Sherri went a little breathless. She grabbed the back of the chair her eyes half closed. “The O’Donnal men are orgasmic perfection.” Nicky hesitated before replying. “And why have I never had the pleasure of seeing them.” Grateful, Zara let her two best friends talk. She was sure her former dance partner turned business partner would corner her later. “‘Cause you were too busy last Christmas playing with your man toy Bruce, to spend time with Zara and I. You missed the whole O’Donnal clan gathering to celebrate their grandfather’s ninetieth birthday.” Sherri laughed. “While you were skiing, we were lounging here watching the oh so amazing O’Donnal men play beach volley ball.” Fanning her face, Sherri pulled her long red hair into a ponytail. “Ah, nothing like a full day filled with five blonde, tanned, six foot plus of mouth watering, male goodness jumping, lunging, and sweating.” While Sherri panted, Zara spied on James. He sat, silent and brooding, under the covered porch, being fussed over by his mother and grandmother. Black haired, olive skinned, James was the lone O’Donnal that took after their mother. From the moment she first saw him, eyes bandaged, body broken, his expression so sad and brooding. It hurt her heart to look at him. Then he smiled. The man had the most expressive mouth. Zara had dark fantasies with it as the focus. A favorite one involved James on his knees, dark head bent as he put that extraordinary mouth to use between her legs. Zara’s mouth went dry 97

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes as all the moisture in her body flooded her channel. Heat flashed over her skin. A hoarse bark of a laugh escaped Zara. Like that would ever happen. Detective O’Donnal made it clear he wanted nothing to do with her. “Sorry, I missed it. Bruce was good to look at, but duller than long division.” Nicky pulled Zara’s other leg onto his lap. The man’s hands were magic. Chipper to a point near giddy, Sherri’s voice floated over Zara. “Fill you up? These frozen margaritas are divine. You can’t even tell there is no alcohol in them.” Zara groped around the table next to her. Not willing to move from her slummed position or open her eyes. Nicky moved onto her toes and she was in heaven. “Please.” Zara waved her glass in the direction of Sherri’s voice. “I can’t wait to taste the tapas dishes you made. The chef in me couldn’t resist a peek in the fridge. Holy cow, you outdid yourself.” Best friends since boarding school, the three of them kept in touch after graduation separated them. Sherri left New England to become a chef. After studying in Spain and Latin America, she settled in New York where she worked until a year ago. Nicky and Zara became professional ballroom dancers and competed all over the world. Zara shrugged. “I’m good, but not as good as you.” Sherri was the head chef at Zara and Nicky’s dinner club. “You cook every day. Today’s your day off so I wanted you to unwind. Plus, I figured while we were here I’d make some of my favorite recipes.” “I’m starved. What’d you make?” Nicky tried to appear desperate. Sherri and Zara both laughed. “What?” He attempted to look innocent. A slender six-foot, Nicky could out eat a pack of teenage football players. “Hey, it’s after noon time, I’m entitled.” “Is it that late already?” “Its one thirty.” “Shoot, I’ve got a four thirty class.” The dinner club closed Monday’s. However, it was the busiest day for the dance studio. Both Zara and Nicky had private clients and classes. Zara headed into the house and gathered the dishes she prepared. 98

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “That was delicious.” Sherri patted her stomach, it looked like a kitten’s after a meal all rounded and stuffed. “I can’t breathe.” Nicky mumbled through a third slice of the nutty brandy soaked cake. “I’m glad you guys enjoyed it.” Zara grinned with satisfaction. “Enjoyed it, man I must have gained ten pound.” Sherri waved at the table. “From the almonds, olives, and manchego cheese to the prawns in chocolate sauce, it was all scrumptious.” “This was a great idea. Thank you.” Nicky snatched another piece of cake. “God, I’m addicted to this cake.” “Biscocho borracho was my father’s favorite dessert.” An orphan at six, Zara had few memories of her parents. Sunday dinners were the strongest. Though it was Monday she had wanted to share the special moment with her oldest friends. “You guys know about my parents.” Sherri and Nicky knew her well enough to know she brought them up for a reason. They both nodded. “One of the reasons I don’t talk about them is because I don’t have many memories of them.” She took a deep breath. “Plus people always get the pity-poor-Zara look.” Zara grimaced. “I hate that. Sure I miss them, sorta, but I was young.” She shrugged unable to explain how she felt. She missed her parents the way you miss an idea. More a faint memory rather then a solid hurt. “Anyway the reason why I bring them up is because of our lunch.” Zara tucked her legs under her. A small closed-lipped smile lifted her cheeks…the happy memories of childhood bringing with them a feeling of love and warmth. “Mom and dad were total opposites. My dad was this big gruff older guy. He had these work callused hands, dark tanned skin, and a limp in his right leg. He told me he it got when he was a boy at the flower farm he worked in. My mother used to tease him for being modest. She’d tell me how he saved the boss’s life and that was how they became friends, plus how he eventually took over the business when the owner died.” She took a breath and continued, “Where my father grew up, he worked hard from the time he was eight. My mother was this elegant Spanish lady raised in the lap of luxury. They complimented each other.” Memories of her mother teasing her father and him ribbing her back, and the love they shared, ingrained early on Zara’s idea of what a marriage should be. “My mother had very strong ideas about what 99

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes was proper. Sunday dinner with the whole family was one of the things she insisted on. She would spend all day Saturday, and Sunday morning, preparing traditional Spanish dishes.” A vision of her mother, apron tied on over her church dress, hair in a French twist, bustling around the kitchen made Zara’s heart ache. The scent of steaming pots of rice mingled with the sweet vanillasugar aroma of dessert baking in the oven. In her mind’s eye Zara could see the good china on the table, her father slipping his arms around her mother to her nuzzle the soft hair on her neck. Whatever he said would always cause her to sighed and blush. Then she’d slap his arm, telling him to be good in front of Zara. Her father would wink at Zara, his laugh rich and happy. He would tell Zara to cover her eyes, watching her until she did. But Zara peeked just in time to see him kiss her mother. Tucked away into a corner, the memory of her parents love was a cherished possession. Zara’s small smile bloomed into a full grin. Nicky and Sherri returned it, and warmth settled in her heart. “At my mother’s insistence Manuel would fly his small Cessna from New Orleans to Miami. He was a senior the year my parents passed.” She tucked her legs under her. “You both already know my half brother Manuel raised me after their deaths.” Her throat tightened, forcing her to stop. A breeze brought cooler air in from the bay. Briny and moist, it mixed with the sweat coating the tendrils that clung to her face. Two boys had constructed a sandcastle on the edge of the shore. They’d built it complete with a curtain wall and three high towers. It must have taken them hours. A small wave rolled up the shore dangerously close to the wall. Delighted, they clapped and danced back. The next big wave rushed up the trench they’d dug and filled the moat with water. Calm built with each in–and-out crash of the waves against the shore. Zara loved her home. But here, sitting under the porch with the view of the bay, was her favorite place. Zara knew she meandered down memory lane a bit too far. She needed to get to the point. “About two o’clock my uncles would start to arrive. Everyone would congregate by the pool talking about their week, eating tapas, and having a drink until dinner. “My favorite part of the day was dessert. I would climb up onto my father’s lap. My mother would bring me out a special treat.” Zara picked up a flowered cup. “Chocolate mousse served in a delicate china teacup.” 100

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “Everyone was so happy. When I think of those Sunday afternoons it’s like a warm hug.” Zara wrapped her arms around her middle. “I wanted to share that feeling with you guys.” Sherri’s eyes glistened. “It was an amazing afternoon.” “Thank you.” Nicky tugged Zara out of her chair and onto his lap. Arms around her he kissed the top of Zara’s head. Sherri rubbed her back. Warmth and love surrounded her. Hot, salty tears spilled from Zara’s eyes down her cheeks, Nicky tightened his grip. Sherri’s arms encircled them. What would she do without them? Snuffling, Zara pushed back and glanced from Nicky to Sherri. “You guys are the best.” Nicky brushed his knuckles against his shirt then blew on them. “Of course we are.” “Idiot.” Zara laughed at his antics. “Besides wanting to share one of my favorite memories with you I also wanted you to taste an idea I have for the restaurant.” Nicky dumped Zara off his legs. She landed on her derriere with a thunk. “Oh, ho, the truth comes out. You lured us in with food and a sad story. I’m wounded.” Nicky clutched his chest. “Please, Mr. Melodramatic.” Zara slapped his knee. “Used and abused with good food and frosty drinks.” Sherri leaned against Nicky’s chair and draped her arm across her forehead with a dramatic sigh. “The horror.” Nicky tried for sad and teary. “Oh, the nightmares I’ll have.” Zara rolled her eyes as the antics continued. Chuckles turn to laughter. Sherri and Nicky went breathless. Holding her side Sherri wiped tears from her eyes. Nicky gasped. “Goofs.” Zara felt light. Joy had a way of lifting her soul in a way that made her whole body feel weightless. “You ready to hear me out?” Still giggling, Sherri crossed her legs in her best schoolmarm impression. “Please, proceed.” Zara ignored them. She knew any other comments would get them going again. “When we first decided to open the club to the public after the last sitting, we realized with the live band, the additional people, and the dancing, serving food would be too much for the staff. But-” Sherri bobbed her head up and down. Nicky leaned toward her.

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Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Encouraged, Zara continued. “The staff is constantly inundated with requests for more than just drinks. I was thinking, with very little extra work, we could add a tapas menu.” Warming to the subject, Zara laid out her idea for a late evening and afternoon Spanish tapas style menu. “I know we specialize in more of a South American based cuisine that ties with the Latin music of the club. But given the colonial Spanish influence of many Latin American countries,” Zara leaned forward, bouncing a bit, her excitement bobbing like sail boats on a turbulent sea, “Sherri I’ve no doubt you could meld the various influences and come up with a fantastic list of selections. Plus think of the fun you’ll have.” “Ooooh, yeah I can see it.” Curls bouncing with the enthusiastic shake of her head, Sherri launched out of her seat. “Ahh, now I see why you asked me about rearranging the terrace seating. The couches and small pavilions with those breezy white cloths covering them.” Fingers steepled under his chin, Nicky nodded. “I’ll give you guys a minute to digest all this.” Zara stacked the lunch dishes on a tray. Inside she put on a fresh pot of coffee and loaded the dishwasher. The kitchen was one of Zara’s favorite rooms. She loved the warm blue walls, the white bead board trim, and cabinets. They reminded her of summers she and Manuel spent on Cape Cod. Chores complete, she returned to the porch, carrying a tray coffee and cups. “I like it. Sherri what do you think. Your staff would be carrying most of the burden.” Nicky poured an obscene amount of milk into his coffee. “They’re good ideas.” Sherri squeezed Zara’s shoulder. “Most of the people who come in at eleven have been waiting for at least an hour to get in. By midnight, they’re ravenous. Plus the left over dinner crowd has been dancing for a couple of hours and they’re looking for a snack to go with their drinks.” Sherri perched on the arm of Zara’s chair. “I would need to hire a few extra staff.” “I thought we could go from two to three shifts. Would that give you the staff you need?” Zara handed Sherri an example of the new scheduling sheet and menus she’d brought out with her. “Yeah.” Excited Sherri popped up. She paced while she studied the pages. “Give me a few days to think over menus, kitchen staff, the additional times, and what food we’ll need to order.”

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Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “No problem. I’ve got time. Let Laura help you get settled in then send her over.” In one of those odd twists of fate, Zara had known Brian’s wife. Five years older than her, Zara met Michelle at Julliard. There on a scholarship, Michelle worked as an assistant instructor during the summers Zara had taken classes. When Zara and Nicky moved to Miami and opened the studio, Michelle had been her first client. Pulling Laura out of a worldrenowned dance studio, Michelle had taken a big risk with her daughter’s career. It was a gift Zara would never forget. “You sure?” Brian peeled a lollipop off his cheek. Finished with the sugary sweet, Gracie started to chant daddy, and bounce in his arms. The twenty-four month old had hit the terrible twos early and with a vengeance. “Positive.” Talented and smart, Brian’s eldest was Zara’s only afternoon client on Mondays. Besides enjoying the vivacious sixteen year old, the private lessons were Zara’s thank you to her friend. Sorrow threatened to overwhelm Zara at the thought of Michelle and the accident that had taken her life. Fate has a way of laughing at us, she thought. After struggling for years, Michelle had at long last made peace with her demons. “Thanks.” Relief joined the haunted looked on Brian’s face. “See you later.” Nicky squeezed Zara’s shoulder. “Good afternoon Brian.” “Nicky.” Brian gave a half nod, his attention caught on something behind Zara. She turned in time to catch Sherri partway through the screen door, face flushed, eyes glazed. Zara shook her head. The two of them could melt steel with the heated looks that passed between them. Too bad the stubborn man refused to give in to what could be a good thing. Fool thought he didn’t deserve it. Zara knew better. She knew the truth about what happened, all of it. “I’ve gotta go.” Sherri bolted. Shrieks rent the air. Brian hugged Gracie closer, his blonde hair a stark contrast to Gracie’s dark chocolate locks. “Bunnkins.” A sobbing Gracie called for her favorite stuffed bunny. Jiggling her on his hip, Brian glanced around the walk as she cried, “Want my bunnkins.” “Sweetheart, did you bring bunnkins with you?” 104

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Light purple with floppy ears and soft velvet body, her mother had bought the rabbit days after Gracie’s birth. The bunny was never far from her. A bare chested James scooped his crying niece off his brother’s hip. Wide with blunt fingers, his hand spanned little Gracie’s back from shoulder to shoulder. “Don’t worry, daddy will find bunnkins. She probably fell asleep on the ride over and slipped onto the floor.” Not the only female affected by the dark haired detective, Zara watched as the twenty four month old snuggled into her uncle’s bare chest. Gracie’s cries slowed. She wiped her face back and forth over his tanned skin. James leaned his face close to Gracie’s, his sexy lips moved as he spoke to his niece. Her ringlets tangled in his closecropped midnight hair. Gracie looked at her dad then back to her uncle and laughed. She planted sloppy kisses across her uncle’s face. A shiver worked its way up Zara’s thighs and into her pussy. Blood filled her labia and cream flooded her channel. She’d like to be the one cradled against his body and hear his dark voice spill whispered suggestions into her ear. God she was pathetic. The man hated her.

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Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “You’ve got to your muscles flow with the music, forget trying.” Zara paused. “Wait a sec. I’ll be right back.” Zara’s voice faded, a door slammed. Laura boogied across the sand humming an off-key samba. At sixteen, his niece had the coltish look of a soon-to-be woman but still a girl. Board flat Laura had the dancer’s frame, and straight strawberry blond hair hung down her back, four inches shy of her rear end. She was beautiful in a freckle-faced girl next door way. James pitied the boy stupid enough to sniff after her. Laura had five very single, very protective uncles. The first strains of Baden Powell’s Consolacao poured out of the speakers. Slower than the frenetic rhythms samba of carnival, the duple rhythms of the song made a man want to feel the bump and grind of his partner’s hips against his. “You’re locking your knees. It’s more fluid, like this.” Legs straight, but not locked, Laura rolled her hips, the movement sinuous and natural looking. “Much better, you’re almost there,” James encouraged. When Zara moved she was breathtaking. Two steps and a quarter turn and he would be able to see her, watch her. Fantasize that the flushed look of pleasure on her face wasn’t from dancing. That he’d been the one to put it there as she rode his cock. Pure need filled the low moan that slipped from his lips. Pre-cum leaked from his swollen head, his sack pulled his balls tight against him. Not needing the torture, James faced the water. It would be better if he went inside. He snorted, since when had he ever done what was good for him. Dark clouds rolled in. Gone was the warmth and light, replaced by haze and mist. The water on the bay shifted from turquoise to gray. Laughter flitted like a child over the sand. The slow sexy burn of Zara’s voice blended with the eager youth tones of James’ niece. She must have joined Laura. Arms crossed, eyes closed he tilted his head back. The rough planks of the house scraped against his scalp. Too weak to leave, James drew in the quiet sound of their movements. Sand shushed and shifted under their feet as they danced. Fool that he was, he’d fallen in love with another man’s woman. “Idiot.” Thump. His skull stung. James welcomed the pain, hoping it would distract him from the anger eating a hole into his soul. 107

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Before he saw her, Zara’s breathy just-had-sex voice made him hard as a pike. James remembered the first time he’d heard it. Face bandaged from his injuries, body held together by a prayer. He’d spent a month in an army hospital before his grandmother and grandfather arrived. Mavis O’Donnal had a way of getting what she wanted. More steel than magnolia, his grandmother told him she’d honor his idiotic wish to not tell the family, but there was no way she’d let any grandson of hers be cared for by strangers. Three days after he arrived in Miami, his grandparents had to go to Atlanta on an emergency. His grandmother arranged for her neighbor to check in on him. That neighbor had been Zara. Flopping on the ground, Laura covered her eyes with her arm. “Arrh, you make it look so easy.” “It will come. You should have seen my first attempts.” Zara’s laughter reflected her ability to not take herself too seriously. “I looked like a flailing worm.” She reached down and tugged Laura up. Through the long months of James recovery Zara continued to visit. They spent hours discussing everything including the dinner club. She would bring him dishes to try and tapes of bands to listen to. After the bandages around his eyes came off she brought him color and tile samples, plates and glasses asking his opinion on everything. She also told him about her family. When she spoke of them, her face would light up. For Zara the dinner club was more than a place to eat and dance, it became a place to honor those memories. Wanting to give Zara new ones, James had come up with a plan. He would surprise her opening night of the club. God, he’d been such a fool. Rich feminine laughter mingled with youthful glee, pulling James back into the present. “Told you it was bad.” “Stop. You’re just making that up. No way could you have been that bad, ever.” Laura wagged her finger at Zara, the movement reminiscent of his mother’s you’re in big trouble now pose. “Not a lie. I stunk. It used to take me forever to learn a new sequence. Still does sometimes. Being good isn’t about natural ability. While that helps, dedication and practice is what makes a great dancer. Try again.” Zara’s voice caressed James, making his palms sweat and his heart pound. Fool that he was he still wanted her, despite what he knew. James smacked his head against the wall. 108

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “That’s not going to help you know.” Brian walked out onto the porch and leaned against the railing opposite James, blocking his view of the turbulent water churning the bay. “Never does.” Brian smirked. “But you keep doing it anyway.” Like a full body caress, Zara’s pleasure filled voice stroked over James skin, sinking into his balls. James shifted in an effort to ease the press of his erection against his zipper. Zara’s smile made his cock jump. “That’s it, Laura.” Zara bumped her hip against his nieces. “Do it with me.” At the end of the set, Laura launched herself into Zara’s arms. “Woo Hoo!” Hugs were exchanged. Dance steps repeated, fist pumped in triumph. Zara’s ability to seize moments of joy in the mundane fascinated and amazed James. “I thought you guys had something going? What happened?” James turned to look at his brother. Brian stood between James and his view of Zara and Laura, his sharp blue gaze tracking back and forth between Zara and James. I fell in love with another man’s woman, that’s what happened. “Didn’t work out.” James shrugged, not willing to look his brother in the eye. Brian saw too much. The strains of the song trailed off and another replaced it. A melancholy gypsy tune rent the air. A lone violin wept. The drawn out strains tore into the soul, emptying it of all emotion save one. Loss. “No chemistry.” “That so?” His brother cocked one leg over the other. Doubt deepened the creases between Brian’s eyes. “Want to talk about it?” James debated what to tell his brother, had thought about it for months. “Nothing to talk about,” he denied. Side by side, Laura and Zara practiced the sequence that had been giving his niece trouble. Arms over her head, one leg forward, Zara rotated her hips in a loose-limbed swivel that made James want to drag her under him. Sweat beaded, sliding down the center of his back. His cock strained against his jeans. In one of fate’s sick twists, Zara wasn’t just dating someone else. The man James had seen her dancing with had been Francesco Broya. He fingered the four-inch scar that notched the skin from his hairline down the side of his head. 109

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Broya’s face and the sound of his voice shouting orders had been the last thing James saw before the butt of Broya’s gun smashed into his skull. Under normal circumstances, James would insist his family sever all ties with Zara. But she had a way of reaching Laura and lifting his niece out of the depression she’d been in since her mother’s death. Between that and the fact that Zara appeared uninvolved and unaware of Broya’s business, James’ kept his mouth shut and a close eye on the situation. The sound of Zara’s voice brought him back from the memories of those bleak months. “I do believe you are ready for a dress rehearsal.” “Really?” Laura squealed. “Really. Did you bring your outfit?” “It’s in the house,” Laura’s smile fell. “But Evan’s on vacation.” “Not to worry, Nicky’s got a costume and some time free this afternoon.” Zara grinned. “I’ll call him and have him meet us at the studio.” “Coolness.” Zara helped Laura gather up the balls, buckets, shovels, and towels abandoned by her siblings. The one thing James couldn’t figure out, what was between Zara and Broya. On the surface, they seemed like a couple. His instincts however told him something was off. For years it had been speculated that Broya was gay and hiding it. There was even a rumor about a significant other. James hadn’t believed the stories until he witnessed Broya acting all territorial. The usual cool, unemotional Broya snarled at any man trying to get near Zara. One time, when he’d been staking out the club, he’d observed Broya rearrange a guy’s face in the alley on the side of the building. According to his source inside, the man had tried to pick up Zara. When she’d refused he’d gotten a bit too familiar. “Here you take the towels and go inside.” Zara instructed. “You sure?” Laura peered around the half dozen towels stacked in her arms. The just-had-an-orgasm husk of Zara’s laugh tightened James balls against his body and made his erection pulse. “Positive, I can take up the rest.” She shooed Laura toward the house. “Meet me at my car.” 110

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Footsteps pounded up the stairs. “Bye, Dad.” Laura pressed a drive by kiss into her father’s cheek. “Hey, Uncle James, see you later.” “Six sharp.” Tonight, being Brian’s overnight at the station, James would baby-sit his nieces and nephews for the weekend. Friday was movie night. Each kid rented the movie of their choice. By seven, they would gather in the den, eat pizza and assorted junk food and begin the marathon. The movies ranged from the latest cartoon dinosaur pseudo hyper-happy toddler icon to his nephews’ slasher alien, things blowing up, action. Gracie, who rarely made it past Laura’s chick flick selection, almost always ended up in a drooling sprawl across James chest. Brian’s on-call weekends were the best part of James’ month. The screen door slammed closed. Arms filled with a variety of balls and equipment, a couple of pails stuffed with toys dangling from her fingers, Zara stood on the top step of his porch. A tentative smile spoke of her unease. The white halter-top and capri pants hugged her body in a sophisticated sexy way that had always driven James wild. The constant question of why she’d never mentioned Broya rose once more to poke at him. Had the busboy been wrong about them being an item? Were they just friends? Was she a front? If she were just a front, then why was Broya so careful to keep his business away from her and her club? James had asked himself the same series of questions over and over. Problem being though, he was no closer to finding the answers. He thought about asking Zara. However, if he’d been wrong and she was involved, how could he trust her to tell him the truth? On the other side of the coin, if innocent, not approaching her was an insult. James rode the highs and lows of his doubts so often that he’d become paralyzed by inaction. Christ, he was a mess. For a man nicknamed ‘Always’, meaning always on time, always completed a mission, always decisive, he was learning a new meaning to the moniker, one he didn’t like. Humming and hawing plus indecision were not traits a man liked in himself. “Um, where would you like these?” Loaded down with balls, shovels, buckets, and assorted junk, Zara shifted from foot to foot. Dam, he’d been staring at her again. Zara looked ready to bolt. James stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans to keep from 111

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes helping her. “Just dump’m right there.” He inclined his head toward the door. Zara stacked everything on the floor, turned and spoke to his brother, giving him a view of her spectacular ass before she left. After her initial question, she’d not even made eye contact with him. Yup, he screwed up. Again. “No chemistry, huh.” Brian smirked. “Seems to me your dick thinks there’s chemistry.” His gaze shifted to the tent pitched in James’ pants. “Face facts bro, you look at her like a starving man looks at a steak.” “Don’t matter what my dick thinks. She’s seeing some guy.” “Zara? Dating someone? She never mentioned anyone to me.” Brian scratched the three-day-old stubble on his chin. “That’s not the type of thing a woman keeps secret, especially, one like Zara.” James’ petty side screamed. It is when he’s a drug lord scumbag. His conscious countered. Of course, she’d have to know that first. “Yeah, well she is, has been for years.” Brian rubbed at the fuzzy beginnings of his goatee. James could see his brother sorting through the information he knew about Zara and what James just told him. Brian’s ability to piece together odd bits of facts and form the whole picture was one of the things that made him the best fire investigator in Miami. “You sure?” “Saw’m, dancing all over each other at her club, first night it opened.” A Gaelic shrug accompanied his words. “So what? She’s that way with Nicky and the man is Liberace gay. You ask Zara about it?” The sea had calmed and the sun lit up the sky. Like his moods, Florida’s weather changed moment to moment. “You didn’t did you?” Brian jabbed James in the chest. “Jesus, James. It’s been dam near half a year since the opening.” His blue gaze hard, Brain nailed him with his stubborn big brother stare. It was the one he used when he wanted to bully one of them into doing what he thought was good for them. “You’re freaking pathetic. One dance and the woman you love is kicked to the curb, without so much as, a ‘hey hon, who is he?’” Smack. The sound of Brian’s palm as it hit the railing reverberated. “What are you going to do, live here? Next door to her, and watch another man make her his wife, give her kids? Then what? With jealousy burning your guts to ashes you’ll settle for someone 112

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes else?” A bleak look passed over his brother’s face. “Think that will make you happy?” James ignored Brian’s pain and pushed the truth of his words aside. Anger, the greediest of emotions grasped the void. It spilled into his words. “You’re one to talk. I don’t see you going after the woman you love.” Toe to toe, Brian pushed him against the wall of the house. “We’re not talking about me.” “Should be. At least Sherri’s not involved with anyone.” James shoved Brian back. “I don’t poach. What’s your excuse?” Brian hunched his shoulders, and shoved his fingers through his hair. “I’ve got kids to protect.” “Tsk.” Way back before things with him and Zara went south, Sherri used to hang out on the weekends Brian did his overnights at the stations. The spunky redhead had fallen in love with Brian’s kids’ months before she’d met their father. “Gracie calls her mom half the time and the twins talk to her more then they do you. I can see how you’d worry about her accepting them.” Keeping his voice low so his nieces and nephews inside the house didn’t hear he and Brian fighting cost James. He fed the frustrated anger into his snort. “Fix your own dam house before you tell me what to do in mine.” James grabbed the towels off the floor and headed into the house. “Know what?” His brother’s quiet words stopped James. Shoulders slumped, cheeks hollow, Brian looked like he was draped in a cape of sorrow so thick he couldn’t see the world from under it. “You’re right.” James shivered when his brother’s gaze met his. The light and laughter that used to live in them was gone. “God, Brian. I knew you were hurting, but...” Wrapping his arms around Brian, James wished he could lance his brother’s pain and let the infected emotions drain out. At least then the wound would begin to heal. “We need to figure a way to dig you out of your grief. ‘Cause where you are now is killing you.” Hands braced, Brian faced the water, his words careful and weighted. “It’s not that kind of grief that’s weighing me down.” Deep grooves fanned from the corners of Brian’s eyes. A perpetual frown had worn lines along the sides of his mouth. “I suffer from guilt of pride, not loss of love.” “You can’t keep blaming yourself.” 113

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Brian waved James off before he could launch into the Michelle had problems speech. “Drop it. You and everyone else should accept, there is stuff I can’t talk about.” Head hung low, Brian’s shoulders sagged. “Learn from my mistake, James. You’ve a chance to have everything. Don’t settle for less. It’s not fair to you, or her.” Damn it, his brother had a point. James just wasn’t sure if Brian referred to himself, or both of them.

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CHAPTER THREE “James, your girlfriend’s a hellcat.” Thompson leered at Zara’s ass through the porch window, rubbing the side of his jaw where she’d slugged him with a right hook. Chin elbowed Thompson in the ribs. That she had to stand on her tiptoes to hit her linebacker-sized partner didn’t seem to bother her. “Shit, Chin, that hurt.” Jerking his head in Zara’s direction, Thompson trapped Chin’s hand against his side. “For a skinny white chick the woman kicks like a mule.” Thompson tilted his head, trying to get a better view of Zara. On discovering the two agents were friends and not hit men attempting to kill James, she went into his kitchen to make coffee and get ice for Thompson’s face and ribs. James almost choked on his own tongue when Chin shouted for him to get his girlfriend off her husband or she would have to hurt her. “Hey, stop it.” Two hundred plus pounds of macho tough guy agent, Thompson squirmed when his wife poked two fingers into his side. James winced. A dancer, Zara’s kick packed power. If they weren’t broken, James was positive Thompson’s ribs were bruised pretty badly. “Then quit drooling.” At five foot two, Jia Chin looked like a sex ad for hot Asian women. Rumor had it, she fought as good as she looked. “Cause if James doesn’t stomp you I sure as hell will.” The tall, dark skinned agent’s face softened. “Promise, to make it hurt?” Jia stood on her toes and nipped the bottom of Thompson’s lower lip. “Yeah, baby I do.” The agent’s face went hard with lust and his nostrils flared. One meaty fist shot out and latched on to the front of Chin’s blazer. She 115

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes didn’t resist when Thompson pulled her to him and kissed her with an intensity that fogged the windows. “Damn, Thompson, that’s way more information than I needed to know.” Unabashed, Thompson broke the kiss. “Deal with it. It’s my day off and my wife’s hot and she likes to teach me to be good.” A grin stretched the width of his broad face. “What’s a lucky guy like me to do, but enjoy his good fortune?” “TMI, Thompson, TMI.” James grimaced. The knowledge that one of his closest friends took pleasure in being tied up and hurt by his very hot wife was just wrong. “So what’s with the I Spy routine? Why not just knock on the door?” “That was the plan.” Thompson wrapped an arm around Chin’s waist. “We were heading to the backdoor when we heard the crash.” On a good day, James had a slight limp. After his talk with Brian, he’d realized not only was he being a monumental shit head, he’d run like a wuss. Scared of his feelings for Zara, he’d clung to the pathetic excuses he’d concocted rather than admit the truth. The past three days had been an exercise in futility. James had been unable to get in touch with Zara. With his heart ready to burst and his nerves strung tight, he’d run off his frustration. His injured leg had stiffened and he bumped into an end table, knocking it and a vase filled with water over. “We drew our guns and diverted our route to the window to check out the noise.” Chin finished what Thompson started. “Then your girlfriend showed up.” “And kicked Thompson’s butt.” James still marveled at how well she’d taken the six foot two hundred thirty pound agent down. According to Zara, her brother, Manuel, had insisted she learn how to defend herself. Among other things, she was a black belt in Aikido. “Hey, I didn’t want to hurt her.” Hands up, palms out Thompson protested. Chin waved the incident off. “Let’s not go into that again. I’d like to enjoy some of my night off.” “Fair enough. What you got for me?” James motioned for them to join him at the small teak-wood table set in a corner of his porch. “I’d invite you in, but…” “You don’t want Zara to hear.” Thompson took the seat opposite his. 116

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “She’ll be out soon, coffee doesn’t take long.” Chin perched on the arm of her husband’s chair. “We got about five minutes, ten at the most.” Inside he could see Zara opening his refrigerator. She wasn’t going to find much in it. He’d been too focused on what he would say when he caught up with her to restock it after his brother and his brood left. “Knowing Zara, she’s putting some food together to go with the coffee.” “Don’t worry. What we have to say won’t take much time.” Thompson leaned forward. “Broya’s one of ours. You need to back off.” “Bullshit. If he’s an agent he’s a dirty one.” Thompson shook his head. “You’re wrong. Francesco’s a deep under cover operator, been with the group over twenty years. He’s the one responsible for the break up of the cartels.” “Think so.” James’ laugh did little to convey humor. “Broya’s using you to clear out the other drug lords so his family can seize back the control they lost in the late seventies early eighties.” “Wrong.” Thompson leaned back in the wide teak chair. His broad shoulders brushing his wife’s thigh. “We know all about the import business, the flower farms, and his family connections. Francesco was up front with us from day one.” “So, he fed you some truth with the lies. Makes his story more believable.” Shaking his head, James was stunned. These were seasoned agents. “Thought you guys were smart enough to know better. Nothing’s sacred to these guys.” “We do know better.” Chin twisted around so she faced James. “He was hand picked by the Commander. Greer met with Francesco while he was still at Tufts. While Francesco agreed with the Commander, he turned down the offer to join the unit.” She shrugged “Apparently, he and his father were close. Francesco refused to do anything that would hurt the old man.” Chin rested her hand on her husband’s bicep and turn back to the beach. “Family’s everything to him. If he considers you family, nothing will stop him from protecting you. We’ve worked with him off and on for over a decade. The man is the most loyal son of a bitch I know.” Her short pixie hair cut trailed spiky tendrils down the back of her neck. The black strands shifted with the slow back and forth movement of her head. On duty, even when she was off, Chin didn’t bother to turn around. “He joined the day after Broya senior and his 117

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes girlfriend were murdered. From what I hear he cut a big time deal to protect some relative.” “Please, the only thing that guy’s protecting is his own interests. He may go by his father’s name, but his mother’s an Orchi. And you can be damn sure his loyalty lies with that side of the family.” “God, you’re a paranoid fuck.” Thompson tossed up his hands. James hunched his shoulders. “The man tried to kill me.” “No, the man saved you.” Her dark eyes reflected the light that shone through the window. “You were deep in the jungles of Columbia, beaten to shit and more bullets in you than a man should and live. Didn’t you wonder how you survived? How they knew where to pick you up?” He shifted in his seat. Those questions had nagged James. When he’d searched for an answer to them he’d been cut off and told to forget it, that he survived and that’s all that matters. “Got stonewalled when you asked, didn’t you.” Face serious, Chin’s full lips pressed tight. “A lifer, double agent with Francesco’s cover, is worth more to the unit then your sorry ass. If Lawrence and I hadn’t been working in Columbia with him at the time we’d be as clueless as you.” She shifted back until her back lay against her husband’s arms and chest. “Francesco knocked you out, dismissed his men, and pretended to kill you. Then he contacted us, bound your wounds, and sat with you until he was sure you’d survive.” Thomson laced his hand through his wife’s. “I don’t know why he took the risk, but he did. You’ve heard stories of what his mother did to the old man.” Shaking his head, a look between curiosity and disgust played over his features “Heard she killed his father and the old man’s pregnant girlfriend in front of Francesco. Made Francesco watch as a lesson. That’s what happens to someone who betrays a vow given to an Orchi.” Chin rubbed her arms. “If his mother got wind that he saved you, doesn’t matter how much time had passed, she’d cut off his nuts then kill him.” Always hard to hear, the truth had an unmistakable ring. James pushed away from the table. “It does explain what happened and the not so subtle back-off, we’d hate to have to kill you messages the Commander has been leaving me.” As dark as his skin and big as his body, Thompson’s laugh burst from him like a clap of thunder. “Man, O’Donnal, you must have a set 118

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes the size of grapefruits to keep pushing forward after even one conversation with the Commander.” Commander Greer, the head of the black ops organization James had worked for, was a straight shooter. He did what he said he would and never bullshitted the men or women who worked with him. James always wondered how a man so un-political managed to land his position. “Would have backed off a long time ago if Greer had just told me Francesco’s one of the good guys.” James’ snorted. “So typical, risk me getting one of us killed rather than share information with a trusted agent. Trust should work both ways.” Bright and heavy, the moon reflected across the water in a shimmering line of silver. “Liked it better when I could hate him.” Chin tapped her fingers against her lips, her focus on the window and its view of the kitchen. “Would have made thing easier for you.” Unaware that the three of them were watching her, Zara wiped down the granite island in James’ kitchen, tossed the sponge over her shoulder into the sink, and picked up a tray. All of her movements had been those of some one who belonged there. He prayed that he could make Zara see that he, not Broya, was the one she should spend her life with. Sure Broya might love her enough to keep her away from his double life, but the guy didn’t love her the way she deserved. Not enough that he was willing to give up everything to make her happy. For James there would be no sacrifice. A sacrifice means that you give up something important. Nothing could be more important to him than Zara.

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CHAPTER FOUR “Come on baby, I got something new and leather to try out on you.” Chin crooked her finger at her husband from where she stood talking to Zara. “Sounds like it’s time to leave.” Thompson heaved his bulk up from the chair and shook James’ hand. “Good luck, man.” “Bye, James.” Chin called back over her shoulder as the couple walked toward the front of the house. A mental picture of Chin decked out in leather with a whip in one hand and Thompson tied to the bed made James cringe. Zara’s sexy laugh brushed the images out of James’ head, replacing them a with picture of Zara tied to James’ bed. “They are an interesting couple aren’t they?” She smiled with her whole face, eyes shining with joy, her mouth mobile and happy, cheeks rosy. All of that could have been lost. Had other agents been sent they’d have at best hurt her when she attacked them. A shudder shook his frame. At worst, who knows? Her smile faltered. “Well, I’m glad everything worked out. I’ll be taking off.” James caught her arm before she reached the steps. “Wait.” She looked from his face to his hand, confusion reflected in her expression. “Thank you.” “For what?” James tugged her closer to him. Her muscles tense, she allowed him to move her until their bodies touched. Her lips were damp and parted, an invitation that matched the desire he saw in her dark eyes. Keeping his arms loose, so that she could back away, James wrapped her in his embrace. A whisper separated their mouths from a kiss. “Even after I was stupid enough to push you away, you came to my rescue when you thought I was in danger.” 120

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Before she could speak, James closed his mouth over hers. Sugar and the faint smoky berry flavor of the Muscat they drank blended with the dessert Zara magically produced from his kitchen. Her tongue darted forward then back to tease James. When she lightly touched him again, James opened his mouth and invited her in. Zara moaned and plunged her hands into his hair, tugging on the strands. The small stings were nothing compared to the near to bursting press of blood filling his erection. Her tongue danced into his mouth and James sucked on it. Zara’s hands glided down his body to grip his ass. She used her hold on him to pull him to her. She ground her pussy against him. It was his turn to moan. Gasping, Zara’s voice was rich with desire. “Why now?” James took her hand and led her into his house. He spoke as he guided her toward his bedroom. “Because I was an idiot, who got lucky enough to catch a second chance and I’m not going to let it get away.” “But that doesn’t explain why you pushed me away in the first place.” They’d reached the entrance to his room. James paused. “I was scared. I felt too much and then…” He trailed off unsure of how to go on, how to explain that when he’d seen her dancing with Broya his heart had been ripped apart. There was the woman he’d fallen in love with in the arms of not just another man, but one he thought had tried to kill him. One who he thought was a drug dealing scumbag. James knew he’d have to tell Zara everything. But not tonight. You don’t start a life based upon lies. James was selfish enough to admit he wanted one night with her before he risked her walking away from him. “I pushed you away but I’ve been lost and empty since then. Can you give me another chance? Will you spend tonight with me?” Her face softened. “Yes.”

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CHAPTER FIVE The scent of sex permeated the air, filling James with memories of last night. Body tucked close to his Zara stirred. Unable to resist James rolled over her, careful to keep his weight on his knees and arms. A soft murmur escaped her barely parted lip. James brushed a gentle line of kisses from her lips over her high cheek bones to the shell of her ear. “Zara.” “Mmm.” Warm and damp her mouth moved against James shoulder. Electricity zipped down his spin, over the pucker of his anus and into his balls. His cock leapt to life with each nip of her teeth. The minx was licking and nipping her way across his chest. Zara was as incredible in bed as she was out. He never wanted this to end. James wanted forever. House, kids, old age everything. Nerves fought against the rising arousal flowing through him. James buried his face in the silk of her hair. “Tell me what we had last night meant something to you.” “Of course it did.” James could hear the joy in her voice. Some of the tension eased. “I want you do something for me.” “Can I do it after we have sex?” Long slender fingers stroked James from root to tip. Ecstasy rode with each slow up and down caress. He was tempted to allow Zara to continue, especially when she tightened her grip in a way that had him on the edge of exploding in her hand. Two more like that and he would be done. James removed Zara’s hand. He grinned at the way her lower lip pouted. He stole a quick taste of the plumped flesh. “We can make love however, wherever and for as long as you want just promise me that you’ll never see Broya again.” Zara’s brow pulled down in confusion and her mouth opened in the beginnings of a protest.

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Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes James silenced her by placing his index finger over her lips. “This is not up for discussion. I’ll take care of the explanations to him.” “What?” Zara shoved against James’ shoulders. “Not up for discussion? How dare you!” When James failed to move Zara bite his shoulder. “I don’t know who you think you’re talking to or what kind of relationships you had in the past, but I’m not some mindless bimbo you can dictate your wishes to.” Zara snarled. “Get the fuck off me.” Shit, he’d totally fucked up. “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.” Figures. When it mattered most, he did everything ass backwards. Intending to ease into a discussion with Zara about her breaking things off with Broya, he blew it. Instead of making her breakfast in bed and bringing up the subject in a civilized manner, he acted like a grunting Neanderthal. “But you meant what you said,” she accused. Feminine outrage rolled over James. The primitive part of him liked it, wanted to tie her down and bend her will to his, wanted to see if she would come after him like she did Thompson. James’ body tightened. Unlike the big agent, James wouldn’t stand there and take it. Not that he’d hurt Zara. He’d sooner cut off his dick then do that. Zara poked him in the chest. Fury rode color high on her cheeks, her deep brown eyes flashed fire. The muscles in James gut clenched. He looked forward to subduing her even as the civilized side applauded her independence. Dark hair spread over his pillow, full lips compressed with anger, her skin was heated and damp where it touched his. Zara, outraged, was magnificent. James’ cock flooded with blood, hard and ready to sink into her. “Admit it, I’m right.” Her defiant voice and gaze a dare. Legs shoved between her widespread ones, James hovered above her, their lower bodies slid skin to skin. Pushed up on his elbows, several inches separated James’ chest from her small round breasts. He tucked his hands under her shoulders and could feel the muscles bunch with the tension her anger deposited in them. Despite her anger, or maybe it was because of it, her slit wept cream. James rocked back then canted his hips so that her dew coated his balls. He pressed down. She groaned as the base of his erection rubbed against her clit. 123

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “James, answer me.” Pupils dilated, James watched Zara fight her need to move. The tangy scent of her arousal temped James to lap it up. Fire and heart, Zara had everything a man could want or need. The primal part of him beat the crap out of the modern male. There was no way he could share her with another. “Yeah, I meant it.” Locking her elbows, Zara pushed out with her hands. James let her put a few inches between them. “Dam, it, get off.” The anger in her voice contradicted the tears pooling in her eyes. Pain, lacerated him. He wished he could fix this, prayed he could. Zara didn’t know it, yet, but she held his heart in her hands. To James surprise he found he didn’t care about its safety. He was more concerned with how to fix Zara’s hurt. James brushed his lips across Zara’s. “I know I came off sounding like an ass but it doesn’t change how I feel. I love you.” Zara’s movement stilled. Her mouth moved, forming an oh. No sound came from her. Afraid, an empty terror prowled his heart, greedy for the barren future that loomed before him, if he couldn’t repair the rift between them. Words spilled from his heart. “You intrigued and beguiled me before I met you. My grandmother used to tell me stories about the nice young lady next door whenever I called her. Then I found myself laid up.” James ran his tongue over her lower lip. Sleep lingered on her mouth. He wished he could return to that point just before Zara woke and start anew. Cool to his hot, James rested his forehead against Zara’s. “James?” A whisper of breath, a hesitant question, she said his name in the same low breathless way she moaned it as she did when she came. “Did you know that the sound of your voice makes me hard? At night after you left I would stroke myself off to the memory of it.” James half laughed. “God, you were so sweet and innocent with your Catholic school girl manners. I used to feel guilty about it.” Up and back, James altered his position so he could see her face. The movement pressed his shaft against her swollen clit. She rotated her hips, rubbing her bud across the hard smooth skin of his cock. His hot little minx liked the idea of him fantasizing about her while he masturbated. “Know what, guilty or not, I still did it. Couldn’t resist.” 124

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Zara’s pupils dilated, her breath panted in shallow puffs over James’ skin. “But even though that ‘just got fucked’ voice of yours drives me crazy, that’s not what made me thank god every day you visited me, Zara.” James bent forward so that his lips grazed butterfly kisses across her forehead, nose, and chin. Nipping, her upper lip James waited until Zara’s gaze met his. “What made me grateful to hear you come into my room was your sense of humor, your honor and intelligence. The incredible way you look at life, as though even the worst can be overcome if I have you by my side.” He stole one more kiss. “I fell in love with you the first week you visited me. When my grandmother came home all I could think about was a way to get you to come back.” A selfdepreciating grin forced itself over James’ face. “Here I was a grown man hooked up to tubes, body bandaged. Facing a future where I might not see or have the use of my leg and I couldn’t careless. All I could think about was how I could get you to come back. Get you to fall in love with me as hopelessly as I was in love with you.” James’ cupped his hands on either side of Zara’s face. “Please tell me I haven’t screwed up so bad that you can’t forgive me.” Lips to forehead, James caught Zara’s gaze. “I love you.” “Oh, James.” Tears stole over the corners of her eyelids and tracked a damp path into her hair. “I love you too.” Soft as silk, Zara’s body against his was pure heaven. James hands under her shoulders and allowed the relief to pour over him. Mouth to mouth they let the long hidden love trapped within their hearts to break free and flow into each other. When the need for air forced them apart, James shredded his dignity and pleaded. “Please, tell me you won’t see him any more.” She started to shove against him. James ignored her movements. “Zara, I used to work with men like him.” He caught her hands in his. “The guy is dangerous. The people he hangs around don’t care that you don’t know anything.” She bucked and James pressed his hips against her. “Zara, stop. Please, listen to me. All that matters to them is that they can use you to get to him.” She squirmed around until her leg wedged between their bodies. Her voice was strained and breathless. “First you’re this sweet gentle man.” Zara shook her head. “Then you freeze me out and don’t even give me the courtesy of an answer.” Her hands fisted against his chest. “Last night was amazing. When you said you made a mistake 125

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes by walking away from what we could have, I believed you.” She turned her face. Her lashes fluttered and her breathing hitched. He rubbed his thumbs over the skin on the back of her shoulders, tugging her body against his. He brushed his chin against the hair on the top of her head. Zara sniffed, her palms sliding against his skin. She pressed up, separating them again. “And now this morning you act all caveman on me. You better make up your mind. What do you really want?” The tip of his erection pressed flush against the top of her knee and his sac draped over her shin. James resisted the temptation to rub against the smooth flesh. God, he was sick. All she had to do was jerk her leg and his dick and nuts would be squished like a bug. Yet all he could think about was how incredible she looked. A hot flush stained her cheeks red. Anger slid her eyelids near closed and her small round breasts bounced with her movements. When he remained silent, she said, “I love you, but I need to leave.” “Zara, please can we talk.” Bile and acid ripped his guts apart. “I can’t think with you on top of me.” James stifled a groan when Zara increased the pressure against his cock. The skin around his sac strained to pull them closer to his body, but with her leg wedged between them they struggled in vain. “Move your leg.” Warm and smooth, the constant friction and small movements of her leg against him acted like a firm stroke. Arousal and the need to pump against her made James sweat. “Please.” “Not until you get up.” She pushed him but he didn’t move away. Instead, he leaned down and stole a small taste of her. Pain dug into his groin, not enough to hurt, just enough to let him know it would. Despite her anger, she responded. Fire, heat, love; it was all there in that brief press. James had known he loved Zara long before they’d slept together last night. But this quick kiss, filled with the tang of her fury, felt like something he’d never experienced before. “Sweetheart, besides the fact that I’m hard as a pike,” James rotated his hips, “Your squirming with your leg against my dick and your eyes shooting fire at me, has made me so horny.” His length rubbed against the smooth length of her. Zara wiggled half into half away from his stroke. Panting, James almost lost the will to focus. He moved closer so that his breath brushed hot against her lips. Rapid and shallow, Zara’s 126

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes response was immediate. The hard tips of her nipples brushed against his chest. Pre-cum leaked from the tip of James’ erection, “God, Zara, all I can think about is sliding into your hot sheath and fucking you so hard neither one of us can move afterward.” Zara moaned. James eyelids slid shut, relishing the feel of her body against his. James forced his eyes open wanting to see her pleasure. She stilled. Her gaze lost for a moment. A slender finger jabbed him in the chest. “You are trying to distract me.” A man knew he lost his heart forever when the sight of his woman growling at him made him anticipate the next opportunity he would get to rile her up. So he could pull her on top of him and ride out her fury with her cunt sealed tight around his cock and her voice screaming his name as she creamed her orgasm down his balls. “My hands are trapped under your back. To get off you need to move them. I can’t do that with your knee jammed against my head and my balls squeezed like two balloons ready to pop.” She moved her leg. James slid off her and onto the side of the bed. He scrubbed a hand down his face. “Zara, I’m so sorry. I’ve made a mess of things. Can we start over?” He sat on the bed and stretched his hand out, praying like hell she took it. Zara had her arms curved across her body, the gesture protective. With her hair tussled from sex and sleep, she looked young and vulnerable as she lay, seemingly abandoned, by him. James wanted to scoop her into his arms and ease the ach that had settled into his soul. She uncoiled and sat, not taking his hand. “Fair enough. As long as you explain to me what you have against my brother, considering you’ve never met him.” “I’ve nothing against your brother.” Her scent lingered on his sheets and the room still held the musk of sex. Her large, tip tilted, brown eyes held hope and caution. “Francesco Broya is my brother.” “What?” Giddy joy warred with confusion. “I’m lost here. You call him Manuel all the time. I thought his name was Manuel Flores.” Zara’s eye crinkled with the broad smile that spread over her face. “Oh, now I get it.” She took James hand. “It’s been just the two of us for so long that we never think about it. Manuel’s my half brother.” James laughed as the full importance of her words hit him. Zara’s family was Spanish and South American. Unlike Americans, the 127

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes children took both parents last names with the mother’s being at the end. “God, I’m an idiot. His name is Francesco Manuel Broya Orchi.” “Exactly. I was named after my mother Ariadna Zara Orchi Flores. Well it used to be. After my parents died Manuel made me shorten it to Zara Flores.” All of the connections fell into place for James. Hiding Zara was the deal Francesco cut with Greer. He made her change her name and hid their connection, knowing his mother would kill Zara. James pulled her across the bed and onto his lap. He had a lot of confessing and explaining to do. He’d wasted over six months on an assumption. James told her everything that happened from his injury to the present. While he spoke, he tucked Zara close to him, his chin resting on the top of her head, too afraid to see the disgust on her face. “Can you forgive me?” Zara twisted around, a soft smile on her face. He really was too cute. She should make him squirm after all he’d put her through. But one of the lessons her big brother had taught her was honesty. Zara loved the big over-protective lunk-head and given that his heart was in the right place both times she could forgive him. “I can if you promise me one thing.” Relief replaced the worry that had lined his face. “Anything.” Zara nipped his lower lip with her teeth then soothed the sting with a soft kiss. “If we’re going to be husband and wife you are going to have to promise me that you’ll tell me everything from now on.” “Done.” He sealed his mouth over hers, his kiss incinerating her. The man had the most amazing mouth. While his tongue stroked pleasure over her lips and in her mouth, one hand wrapped around her breast. His thumb and forefinger plumped her nipple, tugging with a gentle pressure. He broke the kiss just as the finger of his other hand found the seam of her nether lips. Wetting the tip of her cream, he used his thumb to apply pressure to her swollen clit, teasing the plumped folds of her labia with the other digits. “Married, huh?” Hazy with need, Zara murmured. “Yeah, now fuck me before I change my mind.” James chuckled and flipped Zara onto her stomach. His breath tickled the skin on the back of her neck. “Promise me it will be soon.” Zara ached from the hard tips of her nipples to the swollen fullness of her clit. “It will be soon if you would just put it in.” “That’s not what I mean. I want you to marry me right away.” 128

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes He lowered his body so that it touched her from ankle to shoulder. Zara loved the feel of his big muscular body covering hers. The tip of his dick bumped against her entrance. Her nipples ached. Her pussy felt empty, cream seeped from it. Desperate, Zara bucked against him, using the strength in her dancer’s legs to move him. “James.” She panted. Using his weight, he pushed his hips down on hers. He pulled his cock away from her oh, so, empty channel and stroked it along the seam between her butt cheeks. “Say yes, Zara.” She moaned and scooted up. His length parted her cheeks and rode over the tight bud of her anus. The flared tip bumped exquisite sensation over her, chills raced along her spine. The dark pleasure of him stuffing her virgin hole full of that thick length, became a temptation she didn’t want to resist, Zara wiggled back, The fat tip parted her, Zara’s pussy spasmed in anticipation of his thick length, while the tight muscles of her anus burned. Despite the slight pain, she wanted more. James’ cock was built like his body, just long enough to fit her, its thick width stretched her sheath and stroked over all her hidden spots. She shivered as she imagined how it would fill and stretch her there. “God, Zara.” Cool air replaced the warmth of his body. Zara moaned her complaint. Calloused skin touched her face. Careful of his strength, James turned her head so that their eyes met. “Are you sure? Just because I want to, doesn’t mean you have to.” The man was absolutely adorable. His lower lip pouted out and his brows pulled together. Zara couldn’t resist the temptation. She leaned back and kissed it. “James I’m positive about both. The wedding and you taking me back there.” Last night, as they lay spooned, her back to his front, James had confessed another fantasy he had. Using his broad calloused hands he’d run them over her cheeks. Gripping and relaxing, he slipped a finger against her hole and pressed. Shocked pleasure had coursed over Zara. With hot dirty words he’d described how he wanted to first lick her ass and finger fuck her pussy. Then, after she’d come, he wanted to slip his dick into her tight hole, while he made her orgasm again and again so that she bucked against him, begging him to pound her harder while her muscles milked him dry. 129

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Zara had been turned on by his carnal description, but a little scared. She’d never taken a man there and James wasn’t small. Now all she could think about was that thick length stuffed into her. A wicked smile danced in his dark eyes and across his face. He slipped to the side and took her face between his hands. “Thank you.” He pulled her face toward his. His lips met hers half way. She thought the kiss would be hard and fierce but it held tenderness and love. Tears pricked her eyes as he released her. “Next weekend, we’ll get married. My family will be in for Laura’s first competition. I don’t think she’ll mind too much if we have the wedding on Sunday. Do you?” Laura would be ecstatic. She’d been upset when Zara and James had stopped seeing each other and frequently mentioned to Zara that he wasn’t dating. “No. She’ll be thrilled.” “Great. We can have the ceremony on the beach and use both houses for the reception.” Her sheath was soaked but empty, her nipples aching and hard, and the man was rambling about flowers, phone calls, food, dresses, the list droned on. From one minute to the next, he went from seduction to giddy groom. He really was too sweet, but she was horny. She had to do something to shut him up. Zara wrapped her hand around James’s erection. He stilled when she stroked it the way she knew was guaranteed to drive him crazy. Loose at the base, she added pressure as she moved up, ending with a firm finish on the head. “We can take care of all that later.” Still wrapped around him, Zara took his hand, guiding it down her body and between her legs. “We’ve some unfinished business here.” James pumped into her hand several times before pulling away. “I believe you’re right.” Zara heard him grope around in his nightstand. He produced a tube of lubricant. “Roll over for me.” He wedged his hand between Zara’s belly and the blankets. Two fingers glided over the crease between her lips and the soft flesh of her mound. The sensation was electric. Zara arched against him. His erection pushed between her cheeks sliding along the seam. James closed his fingers. They raked through the curls nestled between her thighs. He dipped his middle finger between her lips wetting the tip on her cream. “God, you’re so wet. I love it.” 130

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Zara wanted his finger to push into her, give her a taste of how he would fill her when he took her. James gave her what she craved, sinking his finger into her slit. It filled her. The calluses scraped the tender skin along her channel. His thumb circled her clit. Sensation built, her body had been primed. In one night, he’d trained her to respond to him and him alone. A tug zipped tingles from her clit over her buttocks and up her spine, at the same time something warm, moist and plump entered her anus. A small sharp feeling joined the pleasure tugging at her clit. “Oooh, what is that.” James nipped the skin at the top of her spine. “The tip of a small butt plug.” He flicked his finger over her nub, short rapid movements that brought Zara to the edge of orgasm. She pressed back and more of the plug slipped in, the discomfort brief and delicious. “I bought it for the surprise I planned the night of your opening. I’d been dreaming of breaking in that incredible ass of yours.” Zara groaned as she tripped over the edge and her orgasm slammed into her. James eased her down. Zara became aware of the stuffed full sensation of the butt plug. James had slipped the rest of it in while she orgasmed. She squirmed. James flattened his hand against her bottom. “Oh no you don’t I’m not finished with you.” “Aren’t you going to take it out?” Her face flushed. “So you can, you know.” Her hair stuck to her face in a haphazard pattern. Her pupils had gone wide with her passion. It was too much. He had to taste her mouth, lick the salt from her skin. “As much as I want to sink into you, I’m too wide. It would hurt. It will be better for you if you get used to a plug. We’ll work our way up and when you’re ready, I’ll pound that tight ass of yours and make you come so hard you’ll forget how fat my cock is and how much I’m stretching you.” Zara bucked against him. She was turned on by the idea of him taking her as he was. James’ sac tightened and his skin tingled. The tip of his penis breached her lips. Her honey spilled out and coated him. “Know what I’m going to do?” he asked. “No.” Breathless, Zara tried to wiggle down further onto him. “I’m going to leave the butt plug in while I fill that beautiful pussy of your with my cock.” James wet his finger in her dripping slit, then circled it over her taut clit. “Would you like that, Zara? Feeling me pound into you while your ass is stuffed.” 131

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Her whole body jerked, a low moan caressed his skin. “Yessss.” Back and forth, the tip of his finger flicked her swollen nub. Pleasure slammed into her. “James, more. I need more of you.” “Sweetheart, you’ve already got all of me.” One thrust seated him to the hilt. James filled Zara’s body and her heart. THE END

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Check It off the List, by Bridghid Parkinson Kayla met Gary, a chef, in her own backyard. Soon, she discovers a savory way of adding adventure to life and playing with her food. Authors Note: No actual groceries were harmed during the making of this story. Just coffee. And, special thanks to my Debbie. Ms. Parkinson --------------------------------------------http://bridghidparkinson.blogspirit.com/

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CHECK IT OFF THE LIST By Bridghid Parkinson “Are you free?” Trevor’s dark head peeked over the top edge of her cubicle. Wisps of moustache angled downward to form an angular and close-cropped goatee that did nothing to hide a bit of worry in his expression. “Yep,” Kayla said as she stood. She needed a break from the database. She twisted her hair back up into her ponytail holder so the tendrils wouldn’t continue to fall while she worked. “Question… My friend was supposed to meet me late tonight, but he just called and he will be early. I’ll probably find him in the parking lot of my apartment complex when I get off work. Originally, I was just going to leave the barbeque when he called. Would you mind if I bring him with me to the shindig at your place?” “Sure, it’s simple tonight. Bring anything special that you might need or let me know if he has any allergies. One more won’t make a difference—the more the merrier.” “No allergies, I’ll grab extra sodas.” Kayla nodded and laughed. “Yeah, that’s good. Luckily, we have the space in the yard because Mom-Mom loved the gardens.” “Why are you living in her house?” “It’s a long story involving inheritance laws and I’m not clear on everything.” Kayla explained. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was gone.” “No! Oh, she’s fine for now! She’s 74 and she is living in a senior independent-living condo.” Kayla explained, “Officially, Mom and Dad own the house. They don’t want to lock up the house and 134

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes leave it empty. It’s a huge split-level house with a garage underneath so it needs maintenance. It’s closer to work for me and I take care of things like mowing the grass.” “Your life is so exciting…” Trevor teased. Kayla snickered, “Yeah, well… it could be worse.” “I’m sure!” Trevor laughed. “Catch you tonight…” Kayla looked around her cubicle. There was nothing outstanding in the area of her desk. Yeah! So exciting… her mind echoed. She longed for a little excitement in her life. No special vacation pictures pinned on the wall, just mementoes from her business trips. No wild activity calendars hanging over her desk. I have to change that, she thought. Live it up a little, girl! **** Trevor greeted Gary as he pulled in the apartment complex parking lot and he explained the party to him. “I want to get going, follow me to her place in your car. If anyone gets tipsy, I might be a designated driver.” “You have got to be kidding!” Gary said. “Your coworker?” Trevor snickered. “Yes. It’s just a housewarming party, a barbeque. I know you love food, and you don’t have to cook.” Gary nodded his head, “Yes, but… let me guess, khaki pants, polo shirt, and short hair.” Trevor laughed. “Wrong!” His eyebrows wiggled salaciously. “Huh?” “She’s a hottie.” Gary leaned against the front of the car. “So why aren’t you dating her?” he asked sarcastically. “She’s a co-worker. She’s off limits to me, dude.” “That doesn’t stop some people.” Gary said skeptically. “Well, the company policy is pretty strict. She was dating a guy, but broke up with him a few months ago. She’s ditching the shared apartment and moving into a house owned by her family.” He glared at Trevor, who smiled and said nothing. “You are just going to leave me hanging? What does she look like?” Trevor laughed. “Long, dark blond hair, green eyes. She wears simple slacks with nice sweaters or blouses to work. If we are crawling around the systems or building, she wears an old military style flight suit that she keeps in the office.” “And that doesn’t tell me why you haven’t…” 135

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “I’m dating… or at least a very serious flirt.” “When did this start?” Gary insisted. “A few weeks ago,” Trevor grinned. “She lives in the next building and I met her while jogging.” “You never said a word!” Gary accused. “So…?” “Her name is Kendra.” Trevor could see Gary wanted the details. “She’s black, with a five year old daughter, and she’s part of the accounting staff at a company downtown.” Gary smiled, “You really like her.” “That’s what counts, isn’t it?” Trevor asked. “Is she coming tonight?” “Nah, she has something she’s doing with her sister at her college. I wanted to discuss that with you. She asked if I could join her tomorrow night, but I wanted to ask you first before I made any definite plans.” Trevor shuffled his feet on the pavement. “It’s cool with me! I’ll just catch a movie because there are several I’ve been waiting to see anyway. Bring her over so I can meet her before you hit the road.” Gary answered. “But…wait until you meet Kayla!” Gary eyed his friend. “You’ve tried to set me up before.” Trevor held up a finger in warning. “Stop it. You are early. I have permission to bring you along. For you, free food that you don’t have to cook, and she’s a nice lady. You don’t have to date her. You don’t have to do jack. Just eat, drink and be merry.” Gary raised his hands in surrender. “Fine. Are you sure, you’re ready? It looks like you have some dirt on your chin.” “That’s a beard, step off!” Trevor snarled before he gave into laughter. “Get in the car.” **** “Mom! Door again!” Nora ran through the hallway. “Honey, why can’t…?” Kayla was already storming out the back door. “Hands full!” she called out as she made her way out to the back deck with a large bowl of potato salad. “It’s Debbie!” Nora held open the door for a young woman with a five-year-old boy. “Come on in! Kayla can use a hand, and there is a swing out back with your name on it, Tommy.” “Don’t get his hopes up,” Debbie said and laughed. “He’ll try to take it home in the trunk!” Nora laughed. “If he can get it off the chains, he can have it.” 136

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Kayla stood in the door to the hall, shook her hands anxiously, and shifted her weight from foot to foot. Debbie understood the unspoken anxiety perfectly. “I’ll start getting the sodas in the ice chest and the punch in pitchers.” “Good. The food is on the table near Dad,” Kayla said. She hugged her old friend quickly as she ran back into the kitchen. Kayla began to calm once the food was set out and her other friends started to arrive. Several people showed up with gifts, and more bowls of food, in spite of her insistence that she really didn’t need anything else. “Happy Friday!” Her section manager, Steve, arrived with his girlfriend and another young woman from the office. The large cake he held looked like it would feed an army. As the back yard began to fill, Kayla immediately understood some of the wisdom about the garden layout. Benches offered comfortable seating around the raised flowerbeds and the fire pit, and the children played on the swings in the far end of the yard. Kayla motioned for everyone to start helping themselves to dinner and she pointed out paper plates. “Am I too late? We stopped at the store to get more sodas.” Trevor called out over the back fence. “We are parked in the empty lot at the old convenience store down the road. Is that a problem?” “Nah, not for one night,” she called over her shoulder as she put a fresh liner in the trashcan. “Who’s going to complain?” “Kayla, this is Gary, I was telling you about him today.” Kayla turned from the serving area toward the sound of Trevor’s voice only to see the most alarming light brown eyes she’d ever seen in her life. Golden flecks sparked like fire in front of her and she forced herself to remember to breathe. It felt like she moved in slow motion as she reached her hand out to shake hands. “Hi, Kayla Garrison,” she finally offered her name. “Gary Montrose,” he answered. He didn’t move and he held her hand in a gentle caress. “Come on, grab a bite to eat,” she stammered. **** “Damn… you weren’t kidding!” Gary leaned toward Trevor once they sat to eat at the end of the long picnic table. “How come you aren’t…?” “Banging her every day and twice on Sundays?” Trevor finished the sentence. “I told you, ass wipe, she’s off limits!” 137

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “Sucks to be you…” Gary said with a grin. Trevor waved his plastic knife at Gary like a sword, “I’ll warn you once, and only once. Hurt her—and die. Just because we are coworkers doesn’t mean I don’t consider her a friend.” Gary glared at him, “I’m not a caveman.” “I’m not saying you are but so help me,” Trevor threatened. “You are only in town right now so you can go to the interview fresh on Monday morning and we can hang out.” “You make it sound like I am going to propose tomorrow!” “It’s up to her to give you a phone number or email.” Trevor threatened slowly, “If she doesn’t, don’t come crying to me.” “I’m not some horn-dog. I’d love to talk to her.” “Do you need subtitles?” Trevor demanded through gritted teeth. “Just chill.” “What did you tell her about me?” “That you were coming with me! Nothing else.” **** Debbie pulled Kayla in the house. “Who’s the looker?” she demanded once they walked in the kitchen. “Um, Larry… no, Gary,” Kayla explained. She remembered his name perfectly but she tried to appear casual even though her stomach still fluttered from looking in his eyes. “Nice, but you never met him before?” Kayla answered, “No, he’s a friend of Trevor’s, who works in the cubicle next to me.” “It was easy to see what you thought,” Debbie teased. “You’re grinning like a cat with a mouth full of feathers.” Kayla’s eyes widened with her feelings of shock and dismay. She knew she couldn’t fool Debbie, but still tried to cover herself by saying, “I’m just trying to be hospitable.” “Yeah, right! Look, you’ve needed a friend since that ass walked out on you. Your lover requires batteries. Your biggest distraction is the latest issue of Playgirl, remember?” “I…sorry, he left me hanging. I would rather be alone.” Kayla grinned and took a deep breath, “or I used to think so… Damn, Gary knocked me for a loop! “You can take a chance on that!” Debbie encouraged her, “If you won’t, I will. But… he looked at you and just reacted, I wish you could have seen what I saw!” “What are you talking about?” 138

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “You didn’t see it?” “See what?” Kayla stomped her foot in frustration. “His shoulders slumped,” Debbie demonstrated dropping her own shoulders. “It looked like he had all of the breath sucked right out of his body.” Kayla looked out the window as Trevor and his friend sat down to eat. They joked around but Kayla couldn’t hear them. She was watching his chiseled facial features as he started laughing at something Trevor said. “I’ll talk to him. No promises.” Kayla insisted. “That’s a start. Let’s eat.” **** Kayla took a plate to the end of the long picnic table next to Trevor but facing Gary. Debbie sat next to her, and she needed the encouragement. There was no doubt that Gary was gorgeous but she didn’t want to seem too eager. She couldn’t help feeling that her actions were too obvious and Debbie gave her an excuse for chatting if the situation became uncomfortable. Before she could lift a fork to her mouth, her father relieved her of the necessity to make small talk. Her dad stood and raised his beer glass. “I know most of you. I’m Ray, also known as ‘Dad’, or at least that’s the quickest way to get my attention.” Everyone around the table laughed. “Kayla’s Mom and I are determined to help her get settled in quickly,” he held up his hands to keep everyone quiet. “But, we will make an offer instead that if she wants to do any painting or other renovations, we’ll buy pizza or have another barbeque if she wants to enlist any of you guys for help.” There was applause around the table. Kayla stood up. “The offer of food is appreciated. I may work on the kitchen in the next few weeks, as soon as I figure out what to do with it! God knows, that Harvest Gold has to go!” Everyone around the tables laughed. “Honey, I think…” “Dad, can we eat? I had tuna on crackers for lunch.” “Sure.” Kayla sat back down to her meal. Her father often altered bottled barbeque sauce and she was never sure what he did. It tasted like he added honey and onion. The entire family was content to leave him in charge of the barbeque grill. 139

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Mom’s coleslaw was an old favorite. Most restaurants cut back ingredients until the dressing was almost gone. Her mother still made homemade dressing from mayo and vinegar with spices and celery seed. Kayla lifted the forkful to her mouth and enjoyed the treat she couldn’t make on her own. Gary was picking at the bread crust when he looked up and asked, “How long have you and Trevor worked together?” That figures! Kayla thought. I have a mouthful of food! She raised her napkin to her mouth and finished her mouthful. “I’m sorry,” Gary apologized. “Two years?” Trevor offered. “You came in a month before I did. I hit the ground running with the plant expansion in Alabama.” Kayla had finished chewing and sipped her punch quickly before she said, “Yes, It was almost two years. You went to Mobile for two weeks. I wanted to go, but they sent me to Arizona and the only thing we could talk about was the war stories or about how hot it was in the middle of July.” “Do you travel much?” Gary asked. Kayla looked into his eyes and he smiled again. “Not so much anymore,” Kayla explained. “The company has local techs under contract to set up equipment that we ship to them. We set it up here and then manage from the main offices.” “Wireless is really helping us out,” Trevor explained. Kayla resumed eating in smaller bites that she could swallow quickly if needed. She couldn’t read Gary very well but the main conversation was about the new computer system installation going into the corporate offices. It was a chance to tell him about all the computer work she did for a living. Gary seemed to understand. At the end of the meal, Kayla’s mother announced, “Ok, the lady of honor tonight has some goodies up here…and I am dying to find out.” “Ugh, good lord, this feels like my sixth birthday party.” Nora just smiled when she passed a gift bag and said, “Here.” “Shut up and open it!” Debbie yelled. Kayla opened the card hanging from the string handle, “Trevor and Gary? You guys didn’t have to do this!” She reached into the bag and pulled out two boxes labeled for outdoor cooking. “Oh, that’s great!” her father declared excitedly. “I’m not sure what it is, but my father loves you for it!” Kayla chuckled but hung her head. She caught Gary out of the corner of her 140

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes eye and he snickered. “I know exactly what to do with this!” her father announced. “If you and Mom are into kinky stuff I don’t want to know about it. Just keep that to yourself,” Kayla teased. Gary began laughing loudly, “No! No… not torture.” Kayla opened other gifts of outdoor mats and wind chimes with several gift cards for the lawn and garden center. The entire evening was relaxing with some good music in the background and the fire pit providing a gentle light. There were several discussions of card games, news events, concerts and local activities. Gary leaned forward to talk with Kayla and the added attention from his smile left her feeling like she walked on clouds. “God, I could do several evenings like this outside. Now I know why Mom-Mom loved these gardens.” Kayla was talking to her mother with several people sitting all around. “This is a good area because the orchard is behind you, and the river is on the side, it’s like being in the country. Your only neighbor is Mr. McFarland and he can’t see in the yard anyway. You probably won’t like it when the bugs are the worst.” “She had a vegetable garden, didn’t she?” “Would you honestly have any idea what to do with it if there was space for it?” Nora challenged. “No,” Kayla answered sheepishly. “Learn!” Nora answered. She pointed to the corner opposite the play area and swings. To Kayla’s dismay, the diminishing light meant that people like her boss wanted to leave. The lounge chairs provided the most seating to her friends in a more comfortable environment. As everyone settled in on the stone patio, she was delighted to discover Trevor and Gary were staying. Kayla made sure everyone settled into chairs before she tried to sit down. “Oh… before I forget…” she dashed into the house and found her purse. Rummaging into the side pocket, she grabbed her business card folder and went back outside. “That has my email address at work, but it also has the instant messenger address I use,” Kayla smiled and passed the card to Gary quietly before sitting back down. “Trevor didn’t tell me why you were in town. He just said you were arriving early.” “Oh, it’s nothing, I have an interview on Monday. I used to live around here, which is how I know him, but when I moved east of 141

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Philadelphia, it became difficult to get back for a visit.” Kayla nodded, answering, “Cool. You guys will have to drop back in sometime soon.” Kayla couldn’t help looking him in the eye, again and the instant she did she felt riveted. Gary smiled and said, “I’ll just add you to my list when I get back to my computer. You’ll know it’s me.” “Sounds great.” Trevor had to tease Kayla, “Ok, hotshot. How long was your computer unplugged from the time you moved it from your apartment last week to the point you got it in this house?” “Two hours.” “Internet and all?” Gary asked incredulously. Kayla nodded. “The cable was set up the day before I moved.” Trevor nudged him, “There are days she could be sick with pneumonia and they won’t charge off time because her work is available over the VPN. If she meets her project plans, it’s cool. MRG database scripts can be worked on and reset remotely. The DI Library is accessible—the only thing we need to worry about is a site failing. It takes 24 hours to get hardware techs onsite.” Gary started laughing, “Now, I need English subtitles.” “I can work from home,” Kayla laughed. “That I understand!” Gary answered with a delighted smile. The remainder of the evening was casual, with discussion of what she would like to do to the house. When Kayla’s parents left, the remainder of her friends decided it was time to go home, too, and Debbie was the last to leave. **** “That was slick! Your business card has your personal cell. too!” Debbie teased. Tommy lay against his mother’s shoulder, sound asleep. Kayla smiled coyly. “He might not get this job. It’s just an interview, but at least I can try getting in touch with him.” “What job is he applying for on Monday?” Debbie asked. “I don’t know. I’m not even sure what he does.” “Good one!” Debbie teased. The sleeping boy flinched. Kayla raised her hand to her mouth and stroked the head of the young boy. Tommy settled back to sleep quickly. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” Debbie whispered and she walked through the garden gate towards her car. “Ok, take care and sleep in tomorrow morning.” 142

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “Good night.” **** Trevor and Gary walked back to their cars silently. Gary thrust his hands deep into the pockets of his slacks. His slight smile and an occasional kick of a pebble in the sidewalk were the only signals that he paid attention. “Alright, you got her phone numbers!” Trevor teased, “And her email at work and her IM handle!” The two men stood in the asphalt lot of the empty convenience store. Gary fidgeted and just leaned against the door of his car. He didn’t smile. Thinking of nothing in general he took a deep breath and let it escape slowly, taking stock of what he was feeling. “I see that look in your eye,” Trevor’s tone turned serious. “You were very comfortable as the night settled. They are a nice group from the office. This is the first time I’ve met Debbie, although I’ve heard about her.” “Yea… nice lady, cute kid.” Trevor and Gary stood staring at each other. Gary stood with his hands in his pockets. Trevor kicked a rock but said nothing. “Let’s get going.” Gary finally said calmly. “What are you thinking?” Trevor eyed him carefully but found no reaction. “Maybe you found her?” “No! Ugh… you mean that great mysterious woman in the world that every guy searches for to make his wife?” Gary laughed but let his tone fall heavy and sarcastic. “Call me a cynic, but I think ‘The Great She’ is a myth.” He looked toward the main road and let the wind rustle his long hair back. His stance revealed nothing about the emotions he felt. Trevor snickered but waited. “No, it feels like I’ve found something I thought I once lost.” **** Kayla’s thoughts drifted as she sat at her computer table. The basic components were set up, but she thought of how her wireless connection might allow her to take the tablet PC outside and she could work in the yard. She saw Debbie sign in to the portal instant messenger. “Why aren’t you asleep?” she typed. “I’m checking mail. Gimme a break. Heard from Gary?” “He’s just visiting. Probably Monday.” 143

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Debbie just typed in question marks to show her confusion. “Do you carry a computer everywhere? Vacation?” “Not if I can help it! You? “What do you think?” Kayla answered. Debbie knew that Kayla was seldom without her tablet computer. “Never mind.” Debbie answered. “Okay… Nite.” “Nite.” Kayla checked her usual news sites. There was nothing new to check out until she remembered the jokes about gardening and not knowing what to do with a food garden. Most of her searches revealed that it was too late in the spring to start serious planting but she could probably pick up tomato or pepper plants and at least try it. She could make sure the plants were watered and if she got anything out of her little garden, it would be a bonus. The alert from her messenger startled her. ‘Request permission to add new contact’, the bar on the alert window blinked. ‘Contact name: Gary Montrose’. Kayla’s heart started to pound in her chest as she clicked the ‘Approve New Contact’ button. Maybe he does have a computer with him! She entered her name in the ‘Add to sender’s list’ field and clicked the ‘Request’ button. Soon she saw ‘Approved’ blink on the screen and a chat window opened. “Evening,” she typed. “Hi. I didn’t think you’d be awake,” Gary answered. Kayla chuckled. “I didn’t either. Just cruising for a few sites that could give me kitchen or garden ideas.” “Sounds relaxing,” Gary answered. “Yes. I have a few ideas.” A smiley face popped up from Gary. Kayla laughed and remembered most of the reasons she hated chat windows, because she couldn’t read from his body language whether he might have taken the statement about her ideas seriously or sexually. Decorating, and now sexual ideas were running away with her mind and she decided to err on the side of caution. “What are you guys doing for dinner tomorrow night?” she typed in. “Hang on,” he answered. It was a long time before he came back 144

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes and typed in, “Trevor is going out at 4 tomorrow.” “Are you free?” Kayla typed. I can’t believe I’m doing this. “Yes,” he answered. “Swing by the house when he leaves, we can talk.” “Sounds great.” Kayla watched the cursor for a second. She panicked over what she might say to him, but decided to wait until she could talk to him tomorrow. “I think I am going to get some sleep.” “Deal. Good night.” Kayla watched him sign off just as quickly as he’d come into the chat window. I’d prefer to talk to him face to face, anyway. **** Kayla spent part of the morning cleaning and unpacking some of her decorations from the boxes. She adjusted the sound settings on her computer and went about arranging the oversized family room to a smaller TV area and an office. She wasn’t keeping the news from Debbie when she finally logged into the messenger. “OMG… you did what?” Debbie typed. “Call me.” Within a few minutes, the phone rang. “I’ve got to clean… so you are going to talk to me while I get things straight in this house!” Kayla insisted. “Hold up girl… he knows you just moved in. He saw your house yesterday. He’ll know you fussed.” “He also knows I have the day off and I’m unpacking boxes.” Kayla added, “He also spent most of the time in the yard.” “Don’t go overboard. Take him outside.” “Have you seen a weather report?” Kayla challenged. Several minutes passed before Debbie answered. “TV says storms tonight. That’s all the better!” Debbie giggled. “I’m not going to have him driving all over Maryland if there could be a possible storm.” Kayla became anxious, if the weather would turn ugly, she would rather he stayed safe. “So? Don’t. Does he have to be somewhere on Sunday?” “Monday is the job interview.” Kayla paced around the room rearranging small decorations. “Which means that if a wild storm comes rolling through, you have reason to keep him at your house… I’m jealous.” “Come over… but you have to leave by 4. I have movies and the 145

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes yard for Tommy.” Debbie started laughing but straightened when Kayla didn’t laugh, too. “You really are panicked.” “Get over here… please?” Kayla begged. “OK… be there soon. Got leftovers?” “Oh, God, yes. See ya in a few.” She surveyed the front sitting room. The boxes had been stacked in this room and she thought Debbie might be right. If she arranged everything, it would look like Gary was getting special treatment. If she arranged her office and the TV area, straightened the kitchen and hung a few decorations, it wouldn’t look overdone. **** Gary paced over the full length of Trevor’s tiny living room. “Dude… will you calm down? We can go running if you need to burn off nervous energy.” “Easy for you to say,” Gary glared at Trevor. “You were the one that told me to ‘just leave the add contact request for her’. I think you said, ‘oh, she’ll be asleep by now.’ And there is still a pucker in the leather of the desk chair because she was online.” “Hey, you got dinner out of it… alone!” “Well, I’m glad I was typing, because my voice went up a full octave! I haven’t sounded like that since I was 13!” Trevor started to laugh at his friend and he slumped over, grabbing his ribs. “Dude… your sense of humor is warped.” Gary grinned but raised his fist in the air. “You are an ass… you know that?” “This isn’t the prom, you’ll be fine.” “I’m wound up like a cheap alarm clock and you are laughing at me like George Burns is on stage!” “You really are sweating this hard,” Trevor said. “No shit.” Gary glared. “I didn’t bring any dress clothes. I have shorts, a swimsuit, under shorts and t-shirts, a dozen pair of sport socks, two pair of sneakers and a pair of jeans. Plus, what I wore yesterday.” “Are you some kind of clothes horse?” “No, that’s not it. I have nothing decent for a date. Basketball, swimming, the gym… I even have a great suit for the interview and a work shirt so I can cook.” “Dude, I have shirts, and the little washing machine.” “You work with her. No way! She is going to see your shirt and 146

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes remember it from work.” Gary started pacing the floor. “Is there a dry cleaner with a shirt service?” “I’m sure we can find one.” “Let’s go to the mall!” Gary said. “I’ll drive.” **** Kayla surveyed the large family room and the completed work of arranging an entertaining area and her computer equipment in the large space. “Well, I know why the house was too big for MomMom.” “I wouldn’t want to vacuum these rugs every day!” Kayla surveyed the large room with her TV and couch on one side and her computers in the other. The little extra effort was worth any embarrassment she might have if he thought she fussed. “What are you planning to serve for dinner? It’s 2 o’clock. You should get cooking.” Kayla gasped. “You haven’t even thought about it!” Debbie accused. “I hate to cook.” Kayla thought quickly, “I’ll take him out.” “You could order pizza.” “Great. What do I order?” Kayla asked in defiance. Debbie thought for a minute and couldn’t answer. “Going to a restaurant seems weird after all this. What can you do?” Kayla just shrugged her shoulders and clenched her hands into fists. “I have no idea what he likes.” “Go to the Deli,” Debbie said. “Wait! That other store! They have Pizza shells that you just add sauce to and then you can pile on whatever you want. You bake it a bit, and it’s ready.” “Let’s go. We need to be quick because I need to be ready by 4 o’clock.” **** Kayla finally decided on jeans and a purple crop top shirt to wear for the evening. “The last thing on his mind is going to be food.” Debbie warned her as she surveyed the low-rise jeans and short blouse. “I didn’t want to wear something that I’d normally wear to work. That’s dull.” “Wear that cotton, loose knit, sweater,” Debbie suggested. “It’s white! We are eating pizza, remember?” “Hey, if you spill any, he’ll know where to lick it away.” Kayla stared at Debbie in mock horror. “No, it’s a first date.” 147

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “Last night qualifies as a ‘first date’.” She eyed Kayla daringly, waiting for her to challenge the statement. When there was no challenge she asked, “Do you need condoms?” “No, I’m good.” Kayla pointed at the bathroom. “You’ve had them since meat-head left!” Debbie said in dismay. “Hang on, I have some in my purse.” “No! Honestly, I bought them a month ago, just in case.” “Put them in easy reach, now.” Kayla stared wide-eyed. “He’ll think I’m…” “Prepared.” Debbie finished. “Shut up and do it.” Kayla wordlessly took the unopened pack from her bathroom cabinet and put two condoms in her nightstand and one in a drawer on the coffee table, as directed by Debbie’s insistent finger. “Now… let’s finish up,” Debbie winked. **** The house felt empty after Debbie left. Kayla wasn’t comforted but she pulled out the plates of Pizza toppings from the refrigerator and hoped Gary liked pizza. She looked up and panicked to realize the evidence of the boxes was still visible in the trashcan. She tied off the small shopping bag and carted it outside. Guys like pizza. She consoled herself. He liked Dad’s barbeque. He didn’t leave much on his plate. She was hoping that somehow these thoughts would comfort her. He hangs out with Trevor, who will eat pizza at an office party at the drop of a hat. Kayla was having a harder time getting the images of Gary out of her mind. She remembered the color of his eyes and the way he looked when he laughed. His button down shirt had been loose but his hands intrigued her. Her panties became damp even as she thought about him. She arranged plates of pepperoni, crumbled sausage, bacon, sliced bell peppers, onions, olives, cheeses and shells on the counter. She hoped that it wouldn’t be obvious that some of the ingredients were prepackaged. She wanted the arrangement to look casual but she felt anything but casual at this time. No candles, that’s too obvious. Music? What kind of music does he like? Oh, great. I know nothing… Ding-Dong! Kayla jumped. She looked up at the kitchen clock and then walked to the door. 148

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes She stopped at a hallway mirror and gave her muddy blond hair a flip before opening the heavy door. Gary stood in front of her, smiling, with a paper bag and a large bouquet of cut flowers. “Hi, I wasn’t sure what you had planned but I figured flowers and dessert were welcome.” Kayla was surprised, “I hadn’t even thought of dessert. I’m glad you did. Come on in.” Gary stepped through the door and she led him through the front hall to the kitchen. He said, “I did notice there are some dark clouds to the northeast. Do you know if there might be a storm?” “It’s possible.” Kayla thought for a moment and remembered Debbie’s caution about storms. “Pull your car into the garage. I’m not sure how stable that old magnolia tree is in the front yard.” “I can do that,” Gary nodded. “No peeking.” He made sure the top of the paper bag was rolled down and put it on the tall shelf inside the refrigerator. He grabbed his keys out of his pocket and went to the front door. “I’ll meet you in the garage so we can close the big door behind you,” Kayla said. “Sure,” he answered. Kayla turned and walked down the steps to the lower level of the split-level house. The lower level showed unfinished cement on the support walls and floors but her grandmother sorted every detail for the boxes and furnishings stored here. She opened the door to the garage and the two long bays held both of their small cars without difficulty and offered room to spare. Gary got out of the car and slipped his keys back into his pocket. “I should call Trevor and warn him.” Kayla nodded and pressed the button for the automatic door. She explained, “The phone signal is better upstairs.” She led him back up the steps and into the main living area of the house, handing him the handset from the hallstand. Kayla heard the keypad on his phone. After a moment, “Trevor, I’m here… No, I’m fine, but a storm seems to be brewing… A Tornado watch? Oh… Really? For this area? Are you sure? It’s just a watch? Yea, fine. Call my cell phone if you need anything. Be safe.” Kayla raised an eyebrow. “He said the radio announced watches and warnings all over the state. This could be an interesting evening.” Gary smiled. Kayla decided he looked pleased with the possibility. “I like an 149

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes occasional thunderstorm, but… it was funny… Trevor teased me that my life was so exciting and I was telling myself to add a little excitement… just yesterday in fact.” “Be careful what you wish for?” “I wish I had thought about it before… I wouldn’t have dragged you out.” “Hey, not to worry, I’ll just check it off the list.” Kayla pondered the statement curiously, “What list?” Gary grinned, almost as if he said something he shouldn’t. “I refer to it as ‘the list’. I carry a little notebook and I write tiny notes in it like a journal. As I figure out something I would like to try, I make a note. When I do it, I check it off with a marker. It holds all the little ‘you aren’t going to believe what happened’ notes, too.” “What does a storm have to do with it?” “I like thunderstorms. I just have never tried to enjoy a date with a thunderstorm or tornado threatening.” Gary answered. Kayla giggled but didn’t challenge his statement. “What have you never done before?” he asked. “Lots of things!” she answered. “Good, this should be easy to start, I’ll be right back.” Gary left the kitchen, and ran back down stairs. Did he forget something in his car? She thought. I don’t get what he’s doing. Kayla fidgeted in the kitchen again pulling out plates, forks and napkins for the meal and set them on the counter. She also turned and brushed crumbs from the stove. The house echoed when the door banged closed. She listened for sounds of his return, drumming her fingers expectantly. She cursed loudly when her cell phone rang. She didn’t want someone’s computer emergencies to interrupt the evening. “Hello?” “Hey, this is Gary. I think I locked myself in the garage.” Kayla gasped, “I’ll be right down!” She started laughing after she disconnected the call. Straighten up, girl. He probably feels silly. God knows, I would. Downstairs, she found the lock button pushed in but not turned on the garage door. It was enough to lock the door and he may have brushed the button on his way though. “Rescue!” She smiled as she swung the door wide. “That definitely gets checked off the list. I don’t think Trevor is going to believe that one.” 150

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “Hang on, I want you to tell me about the list, but… do you have another shirt? We are having pizza and yours looks too nice, I wouldn’t want you to drip sauce and mess it up.” “Good point… I have a gym set in my car.” Gary turned and opened the door of his car, pulling a small gym pack from behind the driver seat. He removed a neatly folded yellow shirt. “That would be an improvement.” Kayla suggested. She held the garage door in place as he walked through. Then she led him back up to the kitchen. Kayla pointed out the bathroom so he could change. Gary came out a few moments later in a simple but tight t-shirt that left little to the imagination. “I put the other shirt on a hook on the back of the door.” “Perfect.” Kayla shuffled the boxes of pizza crust shells. “Dinner is simple. I’m not much of a cook but I figured pizza is good anytime.” “Anything I don’t have to cook some days is welcome.” Kayla gave him a quizzical look. “I work in the Mystique restaurant at the Cordoba Hotel.” “That would explain your impeccable timing last night to ask me a question just as I have food in my mouth,” Kayla laughed. “Waiters and waitresses always do that to me.” “I don’t serve,” Gary laughed. “I cook. I’m a pastry chef.” Kayla looked at him in disbelief, “You don’t strike me as a cook type… you are so…” Kayla cut herself off before she embarrassed herself. “I go to the gym, daily. I’m also very careful about tasting what I cook or eating sweets.” “Mystique is a four-star restaurant.” Kayla said. “Yes. I thought it would be wonderful to have that kind of experience. I think I have gained everything out of it that I can after two years and I need to establish myself independently. There is a restaurant starting in town looking for an executive chef.” Kayla smiled and stared at him in disbelief. “It’s a great opportunity. Part of my interview will include recipes and menus. I’d love to open my own restaurant someday.” “Now I’m embarrassed.” Kayla said. “Why?” “You are used to fancy foods…” “Stop.” Gary said. He held his finger up in warning. “I like all 151

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes kinds of foods, and what I smell here is wonderful. I didn’t know they had a store around here that lets you get this type of stuff.” “I had help,” Kayla admitted. “Let’s get ready because it looks like a storm is brewing. Although, I don’t think it’s moving as fast as we thought.” “That’s good.” “Actually, that’s bad. That means it could hang around a while and the power could go out.” “The stove is gas.” Kayla turned and pointed into the kitchen. “Yes! There is a God!” Gary burst out and he spun around to verify the stove for himself. “Sorry, I prefer gas.” “So does my father. I don’t understand the fascination.” Gary looked up sheepishly. “Mind if I take over the kitchen?” “Go right ahead, you’re the expert!” Kayla laughed. Gary ran to the sink and washed up with soap and water. As he dried his hands, he walked over to the stove. “Here is the first reason I like gas,” Gary flipped the switch of the burner on. The electric starter clicked twice and the flames burst out around the base of the burner. He quickly switched it off and the flame died out. “On… and off… and almost any level in between.” Gary turned on the oven. The starter inside clicked and the poof of the flames showed it was starting to warm. “Is there anything you don’t like on a pizza?” He opened the boxes to unwrap the shells. “Nah, go for it.” Kayla grinned. Gary smiled with a simple ‘thumbs up sign’. “Tell me about your list.” Kayla said. “Oh, that’s easy. I organize by making lists. Like a grocery list. The list is like a journal. Things I want to at least try before I die.” Gary spread a thin layer of sauce over the top of the shells and started laying out meat and vegetables, like he was arranging a work of art. “What do you do with the list when you check things off?” “I keep them, I have a keepsakes box for them.” Gary laughed ,but he gave a meek glance out the window. “My mother got me started after Dad died. He was killed in a car accident. I was 14.” “I’m sorry…” The silence was heavy because Gary seemed to deal with the terrible reality but a flash in his eyes betrayed, for a moment, that he remembered being a scared teenager that lost his role model. “Mom had me write down all those things I wanted to do with Dad and informed me that he was still watching and would make sure 152

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes I did it. It’s very comforting.” Gary smiled. “There was a rule in our house that when there is a new food or activity brought up, you have to try it at least once.” “Our rule was, take one bite,” Kayla added. “My notebook is proof of things I try. Green check, I like it. Red X, I don’t. Several red Xs mean it might have involved an exgirlfriend or I won’t do it again unless I’m bound and gagged.” Kayla laughed. “It has a sad origin, but it’s now so much of a tradition, it’s one of the things I won’t leave the house without.” Gary reached into his back pocket and pulled out a leather encased note pad. He set it on the counter and it curled like most men’s wallets. “It stays in my left pocket, my wallet in my right pocket.” Gary continued playing with placing the ingredients in just the right places around the two pizza shells. He was laying out meat and vegetables in little concentric circles around the crust. “What kind of things do you add to your list?” “Some of it is wild or strange,” Gary explained. “Like riding in a hot air balloon or an open cockpit bi-plane, I may never see that in my life but I’ll try it if I get the chance,” he grinned. “Trevor teased me on Friday, about how exciting my life must be since my biggest activities for the weekend was unpacking boxes and having a barbeque.” Kayla grinned but hung her head. “Trevor may get a little weird if you mention the words ‘the list’ around him.” Gary snickered as he finished the toppings then put the artistic pizzas in the oven. The low rumble of thunder came from the distance. “It’s a shame this house isn’t haunted.” “Well, I have cousins that insist it is haunted and they won’t come near it.” Kayla said. “Dad bought out Uncle Jerry’s side of the family because they wanted nothing to do with the house.” “This could be a fun storm!” Gary flipped open his notebook and showed her a page, at the top was printed, “Spend a stormy night in a haunted house.” Kayla tried to refrain from giggling, unsuccessfully. “If it gets bad tonight, I won’t let you leave. I don’t want you on an open road if the weather is dangerous, even just to Trevor’s.” “I’d be fine,” Gary said. He wiped his hands on a towel and walked around the counter to join her. “I’m not taking that chance.” Kayla looked up into the rosy 153

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes brown eyes and felt trapped but comfortable. **** Gary swallowed hard. He knew what he was doing when he reached his hand up and touched her cheek. She didn’t pull away. He saw her eyes close partly and leaned down to taste her lips. She responded. She would have been within her full rights to slug him but her mouth was soft and welcoming. Enough! Too much too soon. Thunder rolled again in the distance. Gary pulled back, afraid to let that magic go away. “Sorry,” he whispered. He pulled the other barstool and sat down. “I’m not.” “I promised Trevor I would behave.” “Oh, how cute! Big brother protects me.’ Kayla inhaled deeply with a smile, “Trust me, you’ve been a perfect gentleman.” “Well, I’ll admit my mind has crossed the line,” he said. “Where is the line?” Kayla asked. Another moment of silence lingered, but the expression on her face didn’t change. She wasn’t teasing. “I don’t know.” Gary shook his head. “I’m very comfortable around you and now I’m hoping I get this job, so I can escape the ant farm and show you 1001 uses for food products that you won’t find in a cookbook!” Kayla giggled. Her green eyes looked up at him and sparkled. He heard the thunder started getting closer, and louder. The storm would soon approach and he had many memories of watching storms roll overhead. Gary leaned his elbow on the counter, “And, that’s not helping either! I love storms.” “That is something you can show me because I get scared.” “The thunder isn’t what you need to worry about. That’s just the sound of the air rushing back into place after lightning, which is the dangerous part. Thunder is noise, that’s it.” “There is the covered porch,” Kayla offered. “We can look but do you have a radio handy?” Kayla switched the kitchen radio to a local station playing soft music. She opened the door and the wind from the storm had begun blowing leaves around the yard. “Look at the clouds,” Gary pointed above the trees to large greyblue clouds billowing upwards against the bleak remnants of sunlight. “Summer storms are worst in the hot afternoon.” 154

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Kayla turned her head when she saw lightning flash inside the clouds. She studied the cloud line on the horizon. Gary counted off, “One one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousand, four one…,” The sound of thunder cracked in the distance. “Three to four, maybe five miles.” Kayla stepped back and bumped into his arm. Gary reached up and rubbed her shoulders. He leaned down and told her, “That means it’s still far away. Is there anything that should come inside?” “No I think it’s fine,” Kayla’s voice cracked. “Let’s get you inside,” Gary offered. Kayla turned and said, “Not just yet.” Gary watched her, but was uncertain what to expect. She didn’t move away from him but another low rumble of thunder in the distance caused her to flinch. Gary turned to face her. Don’t let her be afraid, he thought. “Two air masses and some water. The house has stood for years.” “I know that… logically.” Kayla turned, glancing up. She wasn’t scared but there was a plea in her eyes. Gary leaned down and kissed her again, ardently, and felt her relax as he drew her into his arms. Kayla leaned up to him, gently pulling the front of his shirt in her right hand and holding on to his arm with her left. Gary thought how she could have ripped off the shirt and he wouldn’t have cared. Her mouth felt warm. Gary felt his own edge of fear, which told him that if he acted too impulsively, she might run. The roll of thunder came closer. Kayla inhaled sharply and broke the kiss. **** Kayla was beginning to feel like the thunder rolling in from the storm was a result of the kiss with Gary. To Hell with making the earth move, it feels like God is talking, she thought. “It’s Ok… it’s still pretty far away,” Gary tried to console. “It’s not the storm,” Kayla hung her head. “It feels like this is part of my reaction to you.” Gary smiled. “I promised myself I would try to find more excitement. I’m just enjoying giving myself permission for this.” He laughed, “That’s reassuring.” Kayla smiled and suggested, “Let’s check on the food.” 155

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes As they walked back into the house, another flash made a loud crack. She waited and she heard a two second delay to the sound of thunder. Gary walked around to the stove in the kitchen. Kayla slid the glass door closed as they passed through, but opened the lace curtains. Parts of the clouds on the horizon cast a dark contrast against the sunlight. “Shouldn’t be long,” Gary said. “It’ll be nice and bubbly.” “You shouldn’t be cooking,” Kayla tried to apologize. “I was the one that invited you here.” “And you took care of all the ingredients,” Gary smiled. “I get to show you this.” He produced a blank notepad from his pocket with flair. He dropped it on the counter for her and then handed her his own leather bound notepad. Flipping through pages, he started showing her some of his unusual entries. “I’m sorry,” Kayla said. “Why?” He leaned on the counter, resting on his elbows. “It’s like reading a diary.” “No, I’m showing it to you.” He handed her the notebook. She saw a heading about ‘Haunted Houses’ and there were notes with dates about places he’d been with ghost legends. On another page he wrote, ‘ride a tractor’. On another page, she found a note about going to ball games. He also had lists of concerts, with several types of music, and another heading for foods. She flipped the book closed and laid it on the counter when she saw the last couple of pages had the heading ‘Love’. **** Gary soon brought the little pizzas out to the counter and put them on plates. He grabbed a large knife and cut the pizzas in standard slices quickly. The pizza in front of her looked like a professional restaurant laid out all the details. Under the steamy layer of cheese, she could see bits of vegetables and meat. It was perfect. He turned to the refrigerator and pulled two bottles of water from the shelf, setting them at the table. Kayla just watched and smiled. Gary pulled the stool close. “Let that cool a bit.” He pushed the plates back from the edge of the counter. The thunder came again, much closer, but Kayla only flinched when thunder rolled a second time. Gary started. “Let’s take these into another room, away from the 156

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes glass doors.” Kayla grabbed her plate and led the way to the living room setting the plate on the coffee table. The static of the radio created more tension, “We interrupt this program for the following announcement. A thunderstorm warning has been issued for Clark County until 5:30 PM local time.” “Wow… I’m impressed. They must have finally opened a window!” Gary said with a flippant tone. Kayla laughed. In an unusual move Gary sat on the floor, cross-legged, facing Kayla. She pulled her plate to the end of the table and joined him on the floor. Lightning sparked a brilliant flash, with a loud crack followed by the lights flickering out and a deafening crash of thunder. Kayla froze. Gary reached out to her hand. Kayla nodded and squeezed his hand. His touch felt like a warm blanket. Sitting back on the floor, she looked up at him, and all thoughts of food left her mind. Gary captivated her with his eyes. Nipples stiffening against the filmy bra, she knew she was beginning to tremble, a nervous reaction to having Gary so close and the storm. **** Gary saw the flashes of mixed feelings. “We can inspect later and make sure the house is OK.” Another crack of lightning and a roar of thunder sounded like the quiet neighborhood was a demilitarized zone. The rain of hailstones began and her eyes widened. “Hey, we are going to be fine.” Gary bit into the pizza, but felt more concerned for Kayla. He watched as she nervously lifted a piece to her mouth. “Oh, that’s good,” she finally said. “I would have never…” “You bought the ingredients. The only thing I did was lay it out almost the way we make dessert pizza,” Gary laughed. “Whoops, I left the napkins on the counter.” “I’ll take care of it in a minute,” he said. “Finish that slice.” The storm raged on outside and Kayla looked out the windows as she continued eating. Gary watched each mouthful. She wasn’t shy about enjoying the different flavors, even though he laid out the meats and vegetables in an unusual pattern, rather than layering everything together across the 157

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes crust. When she finished, Kayla held her hand up stiffly as if she was afraid to touch anything. Pulling gently on her forearm before she could move, he pulled her hand towards his mouth and licked away a couple offending bits of sauce. He watched as her breath caught. Thunder cracked overhead again and Kayla shuddered. “I will admit that I’ve never had another person as a plate before,” Gary whispered. “Check it off the list.” Kayla watched him, unmoving. “Yea,” he smiled. He pulled a piece of bell pepper and a piece of ham from his pizza and laid it into her hand. Cupping the back of her hand, he nibbled them away and then gently licked off the sauce with a couple flicks of the tongue to the inside of her wrist. Kayla bit her lip as she reached over to her pizza and pulled off a chunk of cheese in her fingertips but spread her fingers open and the gooey topping spread out. She offered her hand to Gary who nibbled away each bit. “Careful, I could get into this,” Gary warned. “Good,” she answered. “Don’t stop.” **** The trailing echoes of thunder mixed with the echo in her head of, ‘Don’t stop.’ That was gutsy, girl. She half-heartedly chastised herself. Gary was every bit as attentive to the bits of cheese. Kayla walked on her knees closer to Gary. She arranged the pizzas closest to the edge of the table where they knelt. Another crack followed by loud thunder blew all of the lights out. With the light from the windows, Kayla reached over to the coffee table drawer in front of Gary. Opening the drawer for the little lighter she used for candles, she tried to remain casual about the condom on the top of her remotes. She lit the candles on the coffee table and quickly tossed the lighter in the drawer. Gary’s reactions were no different. She didn’t read any shock in his face, and he didn’t laugh. Instead, he said, “You asked me where that line is and I didn’t have an easy answer for you. I get the feeling we are going to cross it. Is that what you want?” “Yes,” she answered. “If you don’t get the job on Monday, it might be a while before you are back.” “If I get the job, I would be around a lot more.” He smiled. 158

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “Good.” He reached for his shirt and pulled it away. He tossed it against the wall where the TV hung. Light hair ringed his nipples and blazed a trail from his navel, down to his belt. Her eyes traveled down in spite of her pains to the contrary. With effort, she grabbed bits of ham, peppers, and mushrooms and dotted them along his shoulder. Leaning forward, she licked away a droplet of sauce and then nibbled away the toppings, using a gentle scrape of her teeth to claim a tidbit of cheese. Gary moaned his appreciation. He reached to his own plate and said, “Filet of pepperoni on elbow.” The inside of her arm became an area of sensual indulgence. Tingles of pleasure shot up her arm as he licked away the meat and the sauce. Once Gary let go of her arm she reached for the hem of the short shirt and pulled it over her head. Watching intently as she grabbed crust from the plate, Gary laughed as she wiped sauce around his mouth before offering him a bite of the bread. As he chewed, she licked and kissed the sauce away before he finally swallowed and returned the kiss. Gary reached around her and drew her close as their mouths continued to explore. His hands rubbed upward from her back and then gently unfastened her bra. Kayla started reaching for the remainder of his clothes with the bulge of his cock pushing forward as she eased down the zipper. Releasing the fleshy rod from his shorts, she wrapped her fingers around it and let her fingers dance along the ridges. “Trust me,” he pleaded with his hot breath on her neck. “Okay,” she whispered. With his hands on her back, he turned her so she was lying on the floor. He returned to sucking and licking her neck, but a quick brush with his fingertips removed the bra. His gaze focused on her nipples as he unfastened her jeans. Kayla flipped her sandals away from the rug. She only thought about finally wrapping herself around him. Under his gaze, she felt beautiful. He slid her jeans off. Instead of feeling uncomfortable about being naked, her heartbeat was pounding out her desire to touch and be touched. Her nipples hardened and puckered as Gary licked each one. When he raised his head, the cool air turned the soft bit of skin into a bone like ridge. His hands trailed down between her legs and his 159

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes fingers found her wet channel. Her moans matched Gary’s own deep, ragged breathing. He rubbed circles around her clit and she rolled closer to him to get closer to feeling him along the full length of her own body. In the heavy fog of desire she said, “I have a…” “I took care of it.” He held up an opened condom wrapper between two fingers and then smiled. He leaned down to kiss her again and drew her close as they lay facing each other on the floor. Yes. Prepared, she thought. Kayla smiled to herself because the wrapper he held up was not the same as the one she put in the drawer. She savored his touch and the trailing sounds of distant thunder that accentuated his kiss. His fingers danced over the tender folds of her body and she felt breathless. He moved over her and kissed along her neck before he pressed forward and filled her body easily. Clinging to his shoulders, Kayla didn’t move at first. Her heart thumped in her chest like she might explode already. His skin was damp to her touch and their breathing jagged. Gary began thrusting forward gently and then withdrawing. Her hips rocked in the rhythm they generated. She looked into his eyes and leaned up to lick over his shoulder. The sensations in her belly began to boil and she panted for air and relished the feeling of his skin against hers. “Good,” Gary whispered in her ear. The heat started rising into her body. “Don’t stop,” he pleaded. She moaned in response, “Ah, yes!” The orgasm continued to rise as his thrusts became faster. Her body shook when the release came and she gave up all control with a deep moan. Gary started shaking and moaned. With a final thrust forward and a grunt, his cock surged. The thunder again rolled in the distance. **** Gary’s breath began to settle, so he shifted back and let his cock slide out while he shifted his weight to his side and lay on the floor. Pulling Kayla into his arms, there was a beautiful and quiet moment where he could smell her shampoo and enjoy the feel of her breasts against his chest. He checked her to make sure she was okay. From this position, he could see the skin of her chest flushed to a splotchy shade of red. 160

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes A shudder came from Kayla as if she might be chilled. Gary shifted to look at her. She giggled and said, “Aftershocks.” He looked into her eyes to see a quiet smile but the alarm sparked throughout his body when he saw a single tear falling. He leaned up to an elbow, “Hey…” “I’m okay,” she said. Kayla started laughing, “I just sprout a leak once in a while. When it happens to my Mom, Dad calls it ‘Happy Tears’ but, I get it honestly.” “Sorry, I panicked,” he admitted. “Well,” Kayla giggled, “I’ll put ‘loved to tears’ on my list.” Gary started laughing but gently pulled her closer. Relieved that she wasn’t hurt or upset, he enjoyed the feel of her skin against his. “It will be a while before I can describe it,” he said. “I’m sure you can come up with something,” Kayla brushed her fingertips over his chest. “In time. And just think… we haven’t had dessert yet.” “What did you have planned?” “Chocolate…” he laughed. “I brought fruit and bits of cake to dip in it. We could use it like finger-paint. It could be very messy.” “Yes, I’m sure!” Kayla snickered, “Animal House meets The Chocolate Factory?” Gary laughed. “That would be a lot of licking!” “Sounds perfect,” she answered. Gary chortled. “I’m glad you can cook,” she said. “I’m lousy.” “I’m glad you are good with computers,” Gary said. Kayla just smiled and then nuzzled into his shoulder. **** The late Monday afternoon droned along when Trevor’s head popped over the side panel of the cubical. “I’ve been informed we need to go to the front security desk.” Initially preparing for another routine pickup of failing parts, Kayla stopped and stared at Trevor. “Yeah, it’s Gary. He called my cell and only said he has news.” “Did it sound like good news?” Kayla asked. “How am I supposed to know?” Trevor challenged. “He’s one of the most even tempered people I know. It wouldn’t matter if it was a car accident or a ball game, he’s almost the same.” No, he’s not, Kayla thought to herself and remembered the 161

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes laughter of the weekend. She started a fast walk out of the I.T. division and through the winding hallways. “What did you guys do all weekend?” Trevor was making an effort to keep up with Kayla. “We had pizza Saturday night. We talked. I wasn’t letting him leave during the storms and a branch blocked the garage. It wasn’t even my tree. I had him stay with me because I didn’t want him on the open road. Once the power came back on, it was normal.” “So what did you do?” Kayla shot him a defiant challenge in a glance. “Never mind.” When he pushed open the entrance doors, she saw Gary in the lobby in an opened, white button down shirt and a sport jacket slung over his shoulder. This was a different image altogether. He’d tied his hair back in a small ponytail and he might have been any of the clients that she and Trevor worked with on a daily basis. “I got the job!” Gary announced. He locked eyes again with Kayla and he couldn’t refrain from smiling. Kayla wasn’t hiding her reaction either. She hugged him enthusiastically and he returned the affection by kissing her forehead and not releasing her from the hug. “I feel like celebrating,” Gary announced. “I’ll cook if someone will let me use the kitchen. I’ll pick up groceries.” “I can sneak out of here and we’ll use my place.” “I’ve got some last minute work to finish.” Trevor said. “You can meet us at the house,” Kayla offered. “He can cook some weird stuff,” Trevor tried to shy away from the invitation. “I promise nothing weird.” Gary teased, “Italian? Bring your friend and her daughter?” Kayla’s jaw dropped, “Trevor! You’ve been holding out on me! You never said a word! You are supposed to be my cubby-buddy here. What’s her name?” “Kendra Halston.” Trevor smiled broadly. “By all means, bring her and her daughter!” Kayla smiled. “That works!” Trevor smiled at Gary. “I’ll meet you at her place.” Kayla snickered. “Serving on elbows?” “That’s dessert. Chocolate…raspberries…maybe over a bit of pound cake,” Gary described the dish. 162

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “Oh, yummy! Sounds like something I’ll have to highlight on my list.” Kayla answered. “Oh, God! He corrupted her!” Trevor groaned loudly as he spun on his heel and turned back toward the door to the offices. He muttered to himself when he walked away, shaking his head. Gary and Kayla laughed, but still held onto each other. When Trevor reached for the door, he looked up at them with a smile and said, “I can’t think of two people that deserve it more.” THE END

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His Own Taste, by Mae Powers What happens when a woman stands up two men at the same restaurant? Personal tastes for romance ensue with an unexpected twist. http://www.maepowers.com

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HIS OWN TASTE By Mae Powers

Brock couldn't believe his luck. Serena finally agreed to go out with him. His persistence paid off. She said she'd meet him tonight at the new swank restaurant in town called Starhavens. His long-time coworker and rival for Serena's affections, Jorden, would be envious. He so couldn't wait to laud it over him Monday at work, which Serena picked him instead of Jorden. Well, he had to admit, Serena couldn’t have gone wrong with Jor. The smart, African-American man was good-looking, as far as men could be handsome, Brock supposed. He'd seen the way women fawned over Jorden's tall, brawny good looks. During the few times some of them from work got together, even a few men eyeballed Jor's high plump derriere enviously. Though only an inch or so shorter than the six-foot Jorden, Brock wasn't envious of Jor. He admitted the man was nice looking and all—for a man. And he had an appealing demeanor. Yet, since Serena first looked at Jor, Brock started feeling just a bit ruffled at the fact. He'd asked Serena out several times over the last few years and he'd always gotten a flat no or maybe one day. He'd heard Jor ask her out a few times. He knew her sashay enticed several people at the office, but everyone still played it safe enough around the firm so that sexual harassment couldn't be stated. Still, though he dated a bit, Serena had buoyancy he found appealing. Though he'd known her a few years now, he wasn't quite sure how much he "really" liked, or even lusted after her. Perhaps it 165

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes was because he didn’t always like coming in second at things. The microelectronics firm the worked for gave good bonuses for high sales. In the last few years, he, Serena and Jorden were always top contenders. It was a healthy rivalry between the three of them and others. And all were good-natured about things. However, Serena out-ranked them in sales most of the time. Jor and he tied for second or third place, occasionally first place. He admired Jor’s knack for selling and charming the companies they often sold to around the globe. Jor bore a smile that lit up the room when he walked into it. He thought, if he had been born female, Brock could have gone for a man like Jor. He liked him enough, he supposed. Other than their occasional rivalries at the office over Serena and sales, he couldn't find much wrong with the darkly handsome man. Brock smiled to himself as he thought about his date with Serena. They'd have a soft romantic dinner. Perhaps some sweet after dinner kisses even, maybe even more. The thought that he'd be with Serena stirred his groins. Wouldn't Jor be so envious. Imagining Jor's handsome face made Brock’s shaft ache with a stronger need. He was sure that it must be his getting to Serena first and not Jor that gave him the prickly hard on. He could feel his smile widen at the thought of Jor wondering what he and Serena would be doing after dinner. Still, he wouldn't tell Jor just yet that Serena finally decided to go out with him. He'd wait until later, maybe even at the local pub not far from his apartment. Jorden sometimes met him there once a month on a Sunday afternoon, where they'd recap the month of sales, sports news, and the women they did or didn't date. Brock enjoyed those times. Funny, he hadn't realized how much. He shuffled his papers together and cleared off his desk. Maybe he should tell Jorden. He pondered for a moment, then decided otherwise. He left the office at five without seeing Jorden or Serena. Thankfully, he had time to run home and change before their date at 7 pm. It would be a terrific evening. Brock hoped Jor wouldn’t be too defensive when the other man found out about Serena dating him instead of Jor. Shaking the feeling off that he was doing a disservice or sneaking around behind Jor's back, Brock quickly left the office to head home. **** 166

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Jorden bit his bottom lip softly to hold in his elation. Serena finally accepted his invitation to dinner. Heck, wait until Brock found out this Sunday afternoon, when they met up for drinks and company. His coworker would see a little red perhaps, but Jor was sure Brock would take it well, enough that he'd won the prize instead. They'd known each other for about three years now. Brock had gone out of his way to make Jorden feel part of the sales team, though they competed in sales and office romance. For the longest time, he thought it Serena's lovely face and form, plus making good sales bonuses, that prompted him to come to the office. Odd, he just realized today that it was Brock’s camaraderie, teasing and rivalry that sometimes made his day. Strange, he never realized how much that meant to him. He glanced at the computer clock. Jut a few more minutes until he left to go home and get ready for his date with Serena at around 7:15 pm. Tonight at Starhavens they'd meet for dinner, maybe some dancing, perhaps even a late night dessert of a special kind. He looked very forward to the evening ahead. He'd always found Serena attractive enough, and somewhat appealing. Perhaps it was because he thought his friend Brock liked her too that made her so much more appealing on other levels as well. He'd seen the way she looked at Brock. With his tall, lanky blonde good looks and those startling green eyes of his, Jor could see why any female would want to be around Brock. The man had a lot of charisma, which Jor thought he'd picked up, or caught. He'd taken a page from Brock’s book and learned how to use that something extra to drive up his sales. That's probably what made Serena want to finally date him. He would find out later. It was nearly five o'clock and without seeing Brock any where around, he left the office. **** Serena Davenport flicked her long red hair off her creamy shoulders, prancing before her dresser mirror. She smiled, pleased with her looks tonight. This would be a glorious evening for her. She could feel it in every bone. Tonight she’d have the two men she wanted doing her bidding. Her smile widened as she smoothed down the short dark blue dress she would wear tonight to dazzle both Brock and Jorden. It fit her slender curves to perfection. She had no doubts the men would forgive her instantly for standing them up at first, or being late. 167

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes The two had lusted after her for a few years now. She’d started to have fantasies about the two, but never each individually. Well they had both been cute and all, but they were co-workers who did less in sales than she did. Still they were worthy adversaries, even if they kept asking her out occasionally. It had been a few months since either man had asked her. She couldn’t think that her favorite admirers were losing their interest in her. She still had a few more years of single activity before she had the necessary kids and all. Nothing wrong with partying here and there and sampling a lot. It had been fun at the office to occasionally tease the two men, but she knew how to keep it in under control. Still, when they didn’t pay attention to her, either from competing over sales or vying to get her to go out with either one of them, it rankled her to no end. She liked the attention. Tonight she’d find out which one she liked better, or both perhaps. Of all the men she’d gone out with, they were the handsomest and fittest. Serena knew she could have any man she wanted. She’d even opted to include a third in her plans for tonight. Their boss, Eddie, had wanted to get in her pants too. He was rich enough and might even ask her to marry him. But first, she’d have Brock and Jor. The two were favorites to talk about in the women’s restroom at work. They hadn’t asked anyone else out at work that she knew about. She liked that. They would at least be faithful to her. It did her ego good to know that. She hadn’t found them interesting enough to consider a date with either one of them. Yet, it had occasionally been irritating to have them ask her to go out with them. They toned it down after the second year they started working together. She finally realized a few weeks ago they were losing interest, so decided to do something and make them understand she would be the one in control. She figured letting them each believe she’d go out with them would make them ask her on a date. They each had, and she’d told them to keep it quiet until afterwards. Then she set it up where she’d meet them both at the same place, but at least half an hour apart. It would give her time to decide whether she actually wanted to go out with them, or make them wait for her grand entrance. She thought about a ménage for some years, but never got into it until recently when she decided they would both suit her needs. They would come around to her way of thinking. Since Eddie had other plans too, she figured she might as well let the two meet there 168

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes tonight, then she’d stroll in and have some fun. They wouldn’t be angry for long. The two were easygoing and not temperamental. Still, they were cute and had great bodies. She could handle strong silent types for one night. She twirled and turned again in front of her mirror. Oh yes, they would be delighted to see her and let her do what she wanted this evening. They would probably send her flowers in the morning and be thankful she had graced them with her attention. Getting her vivre back up, she took her time to finish getting ready. She wanted her men to be bowled over by her beauty and charm. They’d all have a great evening in many ways. What more could the two of them possibly want than a sexy evening in her company? **** Brock turned at the sound of the deep richness of Jor’s voice. He’d been waiting for Serena for nearly twenty minutes and she still hadn’t showed. What was Jor doing here? Within a few moments, the host showed him to Brock’s table. For long seconds the two of them stared at each other and Jor eventually melted into the romantic booth seat, sitting across from Brock. “Man, don’t tell me you had a date here too? They gave us the same table. I’m supposed to meet her here at 7:30 tonight. Where’s yours?” A half smile crept up Brock’s lips. “I have a weird feeling that the two of us have been set up, Jor. Serena was to be my date for tonight.” Jor leaned back, his dark eyes widening. “Well I’ll be danged. Serena intended to meet me here too. I can’t believe she would do this to us.” “Well she has and she did. Care to join me in ordering?” Lacing his fingers together, Jor leaned forward over the table. “I tell you, that was just uncalled for. I was actually thinking I might be interested in her again. She pulled a fast one on us. I wouldn’t have expected it of her. Is this a good place to eat?” Brock smiled, and though he knew Serena flustered them both, Jor took the situation as calmly as Brock. Maybe it was best anyway. Fun rivalry with his friend could be healthy to a point, but he felt bound and determined that Serena’s trick would not put a damper on his and Jor’s friendship. “Don’t know, first time to try Starhavens. She set this up too, said it was one of her favorite places to eat. Might as well try it, we’re 169

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes here. Why waste a good evening on a fickle two-jilting woman. Maybe she did us a favor. Now we don’t have to rival for her anymore.” “Yeah that makes sense. Tell you one thing though,” Jor pulled the menu towards him, snorting out a small breath of air, “I’m sure not going to let her get top sales any more.” Brock raised his glass of wine. “I second that. I think we both let her get the sales up on us the first year because we were both flambéed by her pretty smile.” “More like her pretty body. Heck, if she were a man I’d smack her for this. That wine any good?” Jor seemed to be bouncing back well from Serena’s slight dampening of the evening. Passing the glass to his friend, Brock said, “Yep, light and tangy. I like mine that way.” “Great tastes think alike. Used to like my women that way too.” They both laughed. Brock opened his menu, but kept it low towards the table. “Almost turns one off women. You’re a sport, Jor. I always liked your ability to bounce back from adversity.” Jor’s eyebrows went up a fraction. “No kidding? For a quiet man, you seem to have a vivre about life that I wouldn’t mind having.” Brock tilted his head, a bit surprised by the sudden, unexpected comment. “Hey you’re a go-getter and handle yourself well in any situation. You’re the one with lots of vibrancy. Other than knocking myself out to keep up in sales with you and her, I never thought I was a lively person.” “Friend, you belittle yourself too much. Why do you think I come to meet you at our monthly Sunday brunches? Heck you make a month of long hard work a bright spot. It’s about the only time I feel like socializing. No offense meant.” “So you get slow dating days too. I wouldn’t have thought that with someone as good-looking as you, Jor.” Jor tilted his head back and his thick lips widened in a sheepish grin. “You think I’m good-looking?” “Well, yeah,” Brock felt himself blushing, “for a guy. Hey the ladies usually always flock to you at company events.” “Naw, that’s you. It’s your sweet smile. They always come to you with their problems.” Brock pulled his shoulders back in surprise. “I have a sweet smile?” 170

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “Yeah, lots of the girls at the office clamor up to me to get your phone number. That’s why they chase me down sometimes. Heck, you’re my friend, I’m not gonna give it out.” “You’re my best bud too, Jor. So you think I have a sweet smile, really? Or, er, they do?” Jor leaned back in his seat, and Brock had the unusual feeling Jor was summing him up, but doing it with a wide smile. “Well come to think of it, yeah. Were I into guys, guess I’d really say you’re handsome, even sexy.” “I always thought they went after you for that nice-looking tush of yours, Jor. Darn, that didn’t come out right, buddy.” Chuckling, Jor let his menu flop to the tabletop. “Man, it’s the way you fill out those tailored kaki’s you wear that’s getting the girls all hot and bothered at work.” He sat up straighter, a light dawning on him as he studied Jorden’s animated face. “I’ve often wished mine were higher up and nicely rounded like yours.” Jor coughed for a second and quickly sipped the wine. “Um, this is good. It’d go great with southern fried chicken tenders and garlic fries.” “Like over at Sunday’s Pub & Grill?” “I was just thinking that. I stopped by there last Sunday and they had this great new wine on their list. I think it would go great with those tenders.” Brock could feel his mouth watering for the mentioned tenders…and suddenly for tasting that feisty smile of Jorden’s. “I like simpler fare too, Jor. Wanna go there tonight?” Jorden put the wine down and grinned sheepishly. “Hey, if I didn’t know better I’d say you were asking me on a date.” Brock blinked his eyes as if suddenly realizing that’s how it looked. “You know, neither one of us has ever found the lady we seek. Perhaps there is a reason. You can hit me later, but perhaps I was asking you on a date. Got to admit, I like your company quite a bit.” Jor sat back in his seat, and Brock noted a sudden sparkle of awareness hit the other man. “Well I’ll be. Maybe that’s why I’ve been pretty fickle at dating lately. And why Serena just doesn’t have that same appeal to me. I think I just realized how much our Sundays and camaraderie mean to me, Brock.” 171

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “I think I just did too. This is certainly an eye-opener evening.” He shifted in his seat, once more putting his clasped hands, down on the table. “Wow, now I see why I’ve never been satisfied by just a woman’s company.” “Are you saying it’s because of me?” Brock absently leaned forward in his seat too, placing his hands near Jorden’s darker ones. “I’ll be damned. Maybe that’s why I haven’t found just the right person either. Maybe…he’s been right here in front of me all along. Wow is right.” Jor chuckled, Brock was sure, to cover up the same nervous and excited feeling rising within him too. “I gotta agree with that. This sure paints a different picture for our friendship.” Jorden accidentally stroked a finger outwards, grazing Brock’s hand with the barest of caresses. A sudden jolt of heat shot through Brock. His eyes locked with Jor’s and what he saw in them nearly blew him out of his seat. “I’d never do anything to mess up that friendship, Jor. It means a lot to me.” “Same here, buddy.” Jor sucked on his bottom lip, making Brock feel as if there were something else he’d wish Jor were sucking on right now. “Uhm, but I have a feeling it won’t come to that.” “Me neither, I think.” **** Jorden couldn’t believe the way the conversation had turned for the two of them. Yet in all honesty, to himself, he didn’t find it distasteful. Probably with any other man, he might have, but not Brock’s wonderful company. An epiphany hit him square in the middle of his head. That’s why he never felt right in a woman’s company. Maybe, like Brock said, he’d never found the right person. Before him sat the very individual that sent heat soaring through his body from just the barest of touches. Absently, he brushed a whisper of a caress against Brock’s long lean finger. He had not missed the jolt it sent through the paler man. Brock’s tightened hand turned red with fidgeting. He wanted to reach over and caress the best friend and companion he’d ever known. How did one handle this sudden newfound awareness of need and companionship? “I am almost at a loss.” Brock said to him, suddenly clasping and unclasping his tanned hands. “I think maybe Serena did us a favor. 172

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes We’ve been pretty comfortable with each other over the last few years.” “Perhaps that’s why we haven’t found anyone, of the opposite sex, even Serena, that measures up. I feel like I’ve suddenly found what I’ve always had right in front of me.” Brock’s finger grazed his then and Jor trembled at the bolt of heat searing down to his groins. “Me too, Jor. Dare we explore it further?” Jorden was about to answer him, when he heard a feminine voice filtering through the front of the restaurant. He glanced at his watch, seeing it had been nearly an hour since he sat down with Brock. He turned back to the entrance of Starhavens. Brock followed his gaze. Approaching them, Serena was dressed flashily in a short evening dress. On another day, it might have turned him on. Now, Jor found her distasteful and crude. She no longer appealed, to him. Tonight, his taste had changed. And his heart suddenly realized that it was for the better. Brock meant the world to him. He did not feel wrong in his assumption, that his close friend felt the same. They needed to find out. “Hi guys, sorry I’m late. I just couldn’t get over here in time.” She came to their table, too gaily for Jor’s peace of mind. “Looks like we can all have a nice dinner together.” Jorden glanced briefly at Brock. Their eyes seemed to lock in understanding. The blonde started sliding out of his seat. Jorden did likewise. He had a feeling things were indeed about to turn, and definitely for the better. “Do sit and have your table, Serena.” Brock motioned for her to sit down once the two men were completely standing. “I hope you have a great evening to yourself.” “Wait, I was only jesting. I did run late. I wanted both of you to join me tonight.” Jor scowled. He knew what she wanted immediately. “No, I think you were intending to set us up all along to see if you could add Brock and I too your list of kinky conquests. I didn’t want to believe all the weird crap I heard about you, but I don’t intend to be part of whatever you had in mind for us.” “Nor do I, Serena.” Brock agreed. “I have better taste than to drool over an inconsiderate bimbo who disregards other’s goodnatured intentions. Your luck just ran out.”

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Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes “You can’t stand there and tell me you don’t want to sample, er be, with me. You’ve both been trying to get me in bed for years.” She sputtered indignantly. “I think our tastes have changed and our eyes have opened to your shallow ways.” “Yeah,” Jorden agreed. “To each his own taste, and this man’s is not for you any longer. Hasn’t been for a long time.” “I knew you two had something going.” Serena accused. “I just wanted us to be closer. Come on, guys, let’s let bygones be put away.” “Not on your pretty, big rump, Serena.” Brock laughed, and Jorden could feel his body tingle with warmth at that sudden, lively laughter. “But I’d like to thank you for opening my eyes and my heart. Goodnight, Serena.” Jor chuckled. “I couldn’t have put that better myself, buddy. After you.” He motioned towards the exit. “But what about the bill. There’s still the reservations to pay for this table,” Serena shrieked. “You made them,” Brock said. “You pay for them.” “I quite agree. She should pay,” Jor added, then the two left the swank restaurant for their regular haunt and a promising evening of bliss together. Jordan was glad that Brock had no problem leaving the flustered Serena behind. The two went in their respective cars to Sundays Pub, and ordered their Southern fried tenders, garlic fries and a large bottle of sweet and tangy wine. For several hours, Jorden found out new things about his friend, talked with him at length, and felt their newfound attraction growing in leaps and bounds. He looked forward to a tasteful evening of sinful dessert. **** Much later, Brock felt satisfied by a good meal and the best company, or companion, he’d ever spent an evening with. His heart had lightened during the course of the evening at Sundays, and a whole new world had opened for him, all thanks to Serena’s thoughtlessness. His attraction for Jorden zoomed, and at Sundays, where different lifestyles abounded, he felt at home and at peace. He’d never enjoyed an evening better than this one. And now it was only getting better. Jorden had followed him back to his place. They’d talked a bit more about their growing desire for one another, though they both 174

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes were taking it slow. It had all seemed like a perfect thing that was meant to be. Jorden had had no problem showing that either. For now, after some soft music had been put on and the two of them were completely relaxed in each other’s company, they were getting down to exploring the other side of this amazing relationship. Jorden leaned over to him from his spot on the couch, and planted a soft kiss on Brock’s mouth. Brock gasped in nervous pleasure. He returned the soft kiss with a deeper one. From there things escalated, until they found themselves in Brocks bedroom, and their clothes strewn from the front room to the bedroom. He paused, touching Jorden again. Before, with that first small heat of exploration, they’d had their clothes on. He now stood admiring Jorden’s body and moved forward, doing what came naturally. “It is hard not to rush, Jor, but we need to savor this. Let me show you how desirable you are.” Jor nodded his dark head. “Yes. Excitement causes sweltering heat. I want to savor this night myself, Brock. I want to feel that caring heat I see in those incredible eyes of yours.” “As do I in your warm chocolate eyes. You are incredibly sexy and caring too, Jor.” Unlike their first round of exploration, Brock took his time. He tentatively brushed his lips against Jorden's right nipple. It was a beautiful aureole, round and like a patch of sandy beach, surrounded by a wave of dark seawater. He tasted musky, salty from sweat. Jorden's turgid nipple puckered instantly and the younger man let out a small gasp of surprise and delight. Brock took a step further, opening his lips slightly to brush his wetted bottom lip under his partner's nipple. Jor jerked again, but this time immediately pushed closer. Brock then opened his lips to suckle the delicious nipple completely. He took his time, savoring each grain of the darker man's tasty breast. His hand reached up to cup the tiny protruding nipple, as his left hand went around Jor's waist, drawing him closer in. His hand splayed rhythmically up and down Jor's slanted back, exploring gently. Jor reached around and caressed Brock’s upper back. He glanced down, unable to keep his eyes off the tanned, rounded bottom of the other man. He hadn't realized just how lovely a man's buttocks could be, until now, seeing Brock’s ass-cheeks so exposed. He slowly smoothed a hand down the length of Brock’s long spine, until he 175

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes came to the thin rift between Brock’s sweat glistening buttocks. As Brock continued the exploration of his hardening nipples, Jor slowly ran two fingers down the length of Brock’s back. Then he grazed his fingers along the crack of the paler man's cheeks, never entering, but stroking Brock up and down from the small of his back to the exposed sac of his balls and back up again. Brock groaned into the feel of Jor's fingers caressing his backside. He stood up taller, wrapping his arms around Jor. He caressed the backside of his newfound lover, pressing his lower torso even closer against Jor as the younger man emitted satisfying groans of pleasure. "I want to know more, to kiss you all over." Brock said hoarsely. "Yes," Jor murmured softly against Brock’s neck. Brock shivered as Jor licked soft teasing kisses down his neck. It was one of the most incredible experiences of his life. Not even when a woman had done this to him had he ever felt so exhilarated. His heart swelled and his cock throbbed with new awareness and sensations. The realization startled him enough that he pulled back a bit from Jor. He looked deeply into Jor's dark cinnamon-colored eyes. "What's wrong? Maybe we shouldn't…" Jor started to say, then other words came out unexpectedly from him, "Your blue eyes glisten with the wonderment I'm feeling , Brock. I am still hesitant, yet being with you right now feels just that…right." Brock cupped the other man's face, caressing Jor's cheeks with his thumbs. "I feel the same way. I've never felt this elated. We can take it slow. Or we can wait." Jor shivered with a sudden elation. "I don't want to wait. I want to feel all of your delicious body quivering under my caresses." "Just as I want to learn and know about you." Brock leaned in closer, feeling his shaft war with Jor's long one. "You do something for me I've never thought possible to feel." "The same here, man. I want to feel more." Jor leaned over and tentatively slid his lips over Brock’s warm ones. Jor liked the taste of the paler man's trembling lips. They were succulent and savory like a fine fillet mignon. He wanted the full course of this special dinner with this incredible man. He didn't feel sorry that he came home with Brock. Nor, did he feel, that he ever would be sorry for this night. He licked Jor's bottom lip, back and forth in teasing strokes, before he completely sucked the fullness of it into his own lips. Brock 176

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes gasped beneath Jor's invading lips and tongue. Their tongues met then in an incredible dance of exploration. Mouths locked and bodies pressed even tighter together. Brock felt his balls rub against Jor's thick thigh. He shivered with the intensity of having the darker man's body against his own. Nearly the same height, their nipples pressed together, and it sent flames of desire shooting through Brock. Jor's sudden shiver of passion heated Brock’s body even more. His cock strained against Jor's own impressive length. Then Jor broke free, his hand's going to Brock’s. "I want to taste more of you." Jor caressed him suggestively with thumbs and fingers over Brock’s hips and lower. He groaned with increased need, his shaft hardened, going fully erect as Jor trailed kisses and caresses down his body. Then Jor was holding him, stroking his scrotum and licking his thick mushroomshaped tip. Up and down, gently and with smooth strokes. Brock thought he would die from the big warm hand surrounding his shaft. His erection stiffened almost painfully, but not without pleasure. Brock ran his fingers through the black man's soft wavy hair as Jor fully took him into his mouth. Electric shocks of wild desire filled every iota of Brock’s body. He'd never felt such a wonderful mouth going down on him before. Jor licked and stroked and suckled him as if it was natural. Savoring every moment of the experience, his hands tightened in Jor's curls as Jor started kneading his ass cheeks. Jor pressed one finger gingerly to the tip of his pucker. Brock looked down to see Jor suckle his finger and rub it on his cock, then he was back to suckling him. Jor's finger slid slowly into him. Then he stopped for a moment, allowing Brock to adjust. Brock was close to coming, but held back. He relaxed as Jor slid another finger into him and began suckling and pushing from behind. He wanted to explode with the wild sensations coursing through him. He wanted to taste Jor too. The thought made him explode in Jor's mouth. He stood panting as Jor knelt before him, kissing his thighs and licking him to completion. The man was incredibly talented. And loving. Brock looked down as he eased away. He put his hands on the muscled arms of his lover, pulling him to his feet. "You were wonderful. My turn." Then he kissed Jor fiercely, eliciting a moan of favored response from him. Brock tenderly but fiercely began reigning kisses down Jor's neck, suckling his nipples soon afterwards. The salty sweat dripping 177

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes from Jor's body turned him on again, even after that incredible orgasm he'd just had. As Brock knelt before him, Jor ran his hands through the man's dark blonde hair. Though darkly tanned, he still paled against Jor's own bronze coloring. He had enjoyed exploring Brock, but Brock’s tender and heated ministrations left him breathless. He flung his head back and let out a loud moan as Brock licked and nibbled his body, finally kneeling before him. In turn, Brock tasted and licked Jor's cock, his head bobbing up and down eagerly over Jor's own large shaft. Brock’s hot hands sent waves of luscious heat soaring through Jor. When his lover's hands caressed and explored his buttocks and deeper between his plump cheeks, Jor thought he'd died and gone to sensual heaven. He rocked back and forth, as Brock's fingers slid in and out of him and the man's mouth suckled him deeply. Torrents of heat and pent up need raced through his body like a five-alarm chili going off in his throat. His balls tightened as Brock fiercely and passionately lathed him with attention. Jor knew he'd never felt anything this wonderful. And as Brock brought him to an incredible orgasm, Jor's heart swelled with elated emotions too. His hands clamped down on Brock’s shoulders, as Brock kissed him and licked his thighs, making his way back up Brock. He helped the blonde to his feet and then cupped Brock’s face in his hands. He planted a fierce kiss on Brock’s tasty mouth. "You are one fine man, Brock. I've never known anything so devastatingly good in all my life." Brock’s hands cupped Jor's face. "Nor I. You are one fantastic man. I hope it doesn't end here." "I think I can make sure of that." Jor replied. "Hey, how about a shower, some TV and then a midnight snack?" Brock chuckled at Jor's double meaning. “You’re on, pal. And I've the right kind of snack you'll be pleased to enjoy later." Jor's mouth widened in pleasure. "Looking forward to it. Ya know, this has been one incredible night. I'm not sorry Serena stood us up." "Me neither," Brock chuckled. "She doesn't know what she lost by playing us against each other. But I know what I found." Jor locked his eyes with Brock’s in understanding. He smiled at the wondrous beauty of affection and more he saw in his dear friend's eyes. “So do I, man. So do I." 178

Sweet Wishes Hot Dishes Arm in arm, they headed for the shower in the adjoining bathroom to Brock’s bedroom, and both were filled with hope and pleasure at what they found that night. All because a woman stood them up; and because each had found his own taste of love for the other. THE END

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