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“No need. You’re strong and quick on your feet, and that’s good enough for me at the moment.”
Starla had caught the end of our conversation as she climbed in the driver’s seat. “We open at five. I hope that’s not too early for you to be back.”
Her voice was as sexy as she was, if that was even possible. I nodded, totally lost in thoughts of how I’d like to taste her.
“I’ll be here,” I said as she threw the car in reverse.
With bells on.
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I went in to lay down the law - but all I can think about is handcuffing her to my bed and serving her my own kind of justice.
A dangerous job like mine isn't ideal for a single dad.
That's why I took on an undercover gig to keep me off the streets.
There's just one problem: my cover is working for the sexiest woman in the city of Chicago - and I can't tell her my true identity.
I wonder how she will react after she finds outs her brother is one of
the guys I'm busting.
Those sexy bedroom eyes, full luscious lips and delicious curves have me wanting to abort mission, and pursue an entirely new end game.
She's yearning for the punishment I have in store for her - and I'm more than willing to oblige.
I'm trying desperately to stay focused on the matter at hand, but all I can think about is taking her out back and ordering her to 'spread 'em' for Officer Daddy.
As much as I'd like to show her the big baton stick I'm packing, I need to stay focused on the mission- or I could lose everything.
CUFF ME Daddy: A Single Dad, Police Officer Romance
Rock Hard Boss: Sneak Peak
A SINGLE DAD, BOSS CHEF ROMANCE
CHAPTER ONE - LUKE HARRISON
The dinner rush was in full swing and I felt that old, familiar thrill surge through me. I’d been running my own restaurant for the last few years, but that excitement never faded. Orders flew in and food went sailing out, my line cooks bustled around the kitchen, following my every command. The air was filled with the exotic scent of menu items designed personally by me.
It was barely controlled chaos, and it was my job to hold it all together somehow. Everything had to be perfect. Every dish. Every night. Every day.
Danny, my second-in-command, slid a plate of sizzling steak onto the counter in front of me, signifying it was ready to go out into the dining room. I could tell it was overcooked just by looking at it. A quick probe with my finger confirmed my thoughts.
I yanked the plate off the counter, barely suppressing the urge to smash it on the floor. I kept my kitchen spotless, and I wasn’t going to fuck up the floor because of one less-than-stellar plate. Instead, I thrust the charred steak in Danny’s face.
“Are you seriously expecting me to serve this?”
Danny eyed the steak warily, as if it might come to life and bite him.
“Is it undercooked?” he asked, not meeting my gaze.
“Undercooked? Are you fucking insane? It’s burned all to hell like a piece of old shoe leather. I wouldn’t feed this shit to my dog!” I growled loudly as the rest of the kitchen seemed to stop around us.
Good. They could learn a lesson too; cook the best food possible, or get the fuck out.
