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He frowned. "All the time?"
"Not all the time, but often.” I tilted my head and said sternly, “Hey, don't judge my parents."
"I'm not. I'm just... I can't really imagine how that was."
"I was having fun, mostly. And when I was withhim, if we wanted to eat, I had to cook. He always said that, as a chef, he was carrying the weight of the kitchen on his shoulders.”
"So, what, you somehow worked less?" His nostrils flared.
“No, but he just implied that my work wasn’t as important. We never really suited each other.” Why I was telling Chad this now, I didn’t know. “We started dating soon after he was hired as a sous-chef at the restaurant. By the time he was promoted, I’d been with him for two years. He’d always been standoffish, but then he became unbearable. To make matters worse, we were living together, so I had to put up with it both at work and at home.” I swallowed hard, adding in a whisper, “It got really bad. Some coworkers actually straight up told him that the way he treated me was makingthemuncomfortable. It was my wake-up call, honestly. I moved in with my parents the following week and quit my job even though I didn’t have another one lined up.”
Oh my.Saying it out loud now really made me feel stupid.
"The guy better hope I never lay eyes on him."
"I don’t see how you two could ever cross paths. Although I’d love for him to see you all handsome and perfect and having the hots for me."
He walked closer. "Why are you saying that like it's hard to believe?"
Why was I suddenly spilling all my deepest secrets and fears to this man? I couldn’t shut up. "It doesn't matter," I said.
He stepped even closer, touching my face with one hand. "I want to know."
"When we broke up, he used to say that I’d never find someone. That he was the very best I could do because I looked like something the cat dragged in most of the time, with my kitchen uniform and the toque—”
"Okay, let me stop you right there." Chad pinned me with his steely eyes. "You’re fucking amazing. I actually think you're very sexy in your chef's attire."
"Oh, now you're laying it on thick."
"I mean it. You have no idea how hard it is to keep my hands to myself when I see you in uniform."
I opened my mouth to further tease him, but his eyes turned dark. I sucked in my breath. "Oh my God. You really mean it."
"Fuck yes, I do. Don't doubt yourself, especially not because of that moron."
"Oh, I'm a work in progress. Most times I'm doing okay."
He brought his mouth to my ear. "Any other time, I'm right here to remind you that you're amazing."
"Right. First you make me come, then you make me swoon. Why not tell me what else I can expect?"
He straightened up. "A delicious dinner. I'm going to take a quick shower and then let you relax."
I watched him step into the walk-in shower. And let’s just say, his backside was as good as his front. I decided to go in after him, following him under the spray of water.
He still had his back to me, not realizing I was there with him—or so I thought.
"I heard you."
"I wasn’t going to startle you. Just figured you might need some help soaping up that gorgeous back and ass."
"I won't say no to that."
I liked this easiness between us. I hadn't expected it because nothing ever came easy to me. It was wonderful.
"This is nice. I didn't get the chance to do this before," I murmured, lightly running my hands up and down his back. Then I decided to be naughty and soaped up his front, too, especially his cock. I gasped when I realized he was sporting a hard-on already.
He grinned, turning around.
