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Oh Gods, Ginger. Don’t swoon. Don’t you fucking do it.
Victor gives me a wink, as if he knows my thoughts, and leads me to a table along the wall where there is much less of a crowd. I nearly object when he does that gentlemanly thing of helping me sit. Not because I object to the chivalry, but because I’m still fucking starving. Thankfully he seems to read that in my body language as well.
“Please, let me grab you a plate.” When I still hesitate a little, he sweetens the pot. “We can even make a wager of it. If I come back with no less than three of your favorite items that are available, you owe me a kiss.” He smiles and I try so fucking hard not to melt, or scream about how I would just fucking kiss him now and food be damned.
Sadly my stomach growls again. Louder this time. No doubt in protest to my food-damning thoughts.
“Deal.”
He helps me get seated before making a slight bow and heading straight for the tables laden with food. He spares me a quick but assessing glance before efficiently plucking various foods and adding them to a plate.
The whole process leaves part of me wondering if he might just snag a bit of everything so that he wins. The other part of me doesn’t care one fucking bit.
I’ll take the food, but the plate is optional. If I play my cards right, maybe he will volunteer to be my plate for the evening. That thought has saliva pooling in my mouth.
I take another sip of wine and my stomach grumbles.
Damn, I’m a hungry bitch.
Sounds of a Foodie
Ginger
Itry hard not to bounce in my seat with excitement.
Bouncing doesn't exactly scream sexy. Although...
I bounce a little and watch as the tops of my boobs jiggle in response.
Ok, so maybe bouncing can be a little sexy. But, if I bounce too much, everyone is going to get a bit of a show. And sadly I don't think I will get any beads as a reward. This just isn't that kind of party.
Thankfully Victor doesn't take long and my stomach remains quiet in anticipation. I manage to keep my calm as I wait, but when he sets the plate in front of me, I’m completely floored. Stuffed Mushrooms, cauliflower puffs, tomato bites, parmesan-crusted zucchini strips, and two white chocolate-covered strawberries.
"How... these are literally all my favorites. How could you possibly know that?" I am in complete awe at the sight of my plate and find myself torn as to what I want to savor first.
"Well, most of the Snaps are vegetarian. Past that, I simply chose what I would enjoy or what I thought might be enticing to watch you eat." His smile is so infectious that I can't help but return the expression when he flashes it my way.
Then he does the one thing no man–without a death wish–has ever dared to do.
He reaches across my plate and plucks one of the strawberries right off. I'm fast with the fork as I rip it off the table and stab it down. But Victor is centimeters faster. I don't even nick him. When I release the fork and it stays stuck in the table, he reaches with his other hand and casually plucks it out. Smirking at me the entire time.
"Dutifully noted. Do not steal food from Ginger. Although, I had intended this one to be for myself." He hands me the fork and gives a wink, before slowly biting into the plump berry treat.
All of a sudden, I completely understand Lexi's fascination with watching women eat fruits. I may be salivating a little as I fight the urge to jump into his lap and lick his lips clean. I would watch this man eat berries all fucking day.
He chuckles softly and leans in close. "I made sure to grab you one as well. There's no need to moan over mine."
When he adds another wink, I am almost positive I break the dress code with the seventy shades of red now covering my face. I'm just proud I managed to swallow my retort of letting him know it was him I was moaning over and not the berry.
Why yes, of course, it was the food you sexy hunk-of-a-man. I was absolutely not fantasizing about rubbing that berry all over your body and licking the juice off.
With all of the willpower I possess, I turn my focus to my plate, spear a mushroom, and pop it into my mouth. Thankfully it's not too hot, but the tang of all the various flavors from the filling hits me like a punch. Clearly, the caterer has taken some magickal liberties with the food because I have never tasted anything like this. It has a creamy and spicy flavor. The mushroom itself is soft and buttery. But there is something in the mix that almost has a tang to it. The whole combination is just fucking genius.
While I can't believe I was moaning out loud just seconds ago watching Victor eat, I am liable to start moaning again from the pure carnal sex happening with my tastebuds right now. I polish off the other two mushrooms and dive into the rest of the offerings with the same enthusiasm and am met with equally magnificent flavor experiences.
We spend the time listening to the band, but not really paying attention to the music. Almost as if we are simply absorbing one another's company. He continues sipping wine and watching me eat in a way that feels... predatory.
Everything is marvelous and by the time I make it to my strawberry, my plate is empty and my stomach is nearly satisfied. Before I can bring the berry to my mouth, Victor stops me with a hand on my wrist. "Wait. There is something I have been dying to do"
