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“Yeah, evenIron Chef America,” I said, “but that’s kind of because I had a crush on Alton Brown, the host.” Finn didn’t seem to find that statement funny because his lips didn’t twitch this time.
“Okay, because I’m not going to lie, Harriet, so far your skills have not impressed me. In fact, I’ve started to worry and wonder if you have any skills at all.”
“That’s not fair,” I said. “This morning you woke me up really early. I could barely think. And so I asked my sister to do me a solid, and she was supposed to pick up eggs Benedict. I didn’t know she was going to go to McDonald’s and get a fricking Egg McMuffin.”
“Which you tried to pass off as your family’s special meal.”
“Well, I could barely tell my brand-new boss that my sister picked up McDonald’s for his breakfast, could I?”
“No, you couldn’t,” he said. “And the deviled eggs?” He raised an eyebrow.
“You heard Chelsea. She messed it up. It was tasting absolutely amazing when I made it, and she fucked it up.”Sorry, Chelsea,I whispered in my head. She had fucked it up, but it was most probably already fucked up before she got to it, too, not that I was going to tell Finn that.
“So the rest of the meal is going to be okay?”
“Yeah, I think it’s going to be absolutely amazing.”
He sighed. “Well, I’ll give you one thing.”
“Yeah, what’s that?” I asked.
“You know how to bullshit with the best of them, don’t you, Harriet?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’m just curious as to why your sister Polly drove out of here about twenty minutes ago.”
“Um, she went to pick something up.”
“I see. And what was that?”
“Scallops. I kind of forgot them.”
“Okay, and these are fresh scallops?”
“Well, not exactly.”
“So, what? She’s picking up scallops from a restaurant?”
“No, she’s not picking up scallops from a restaurant.”
“So then?”
“Well, she wasn’t able to find any scallops.” I swallowed hard. “But don’t worry, we’re going to improvise and do the best we can. You’ll still have a fish dish.”
“So, what are you saying about the branzino?”
I knew this was going to be an unending conversation if we continued this way, so I gave him a small seductive smile. “Oh, Finn, why are you being so…” I lowered my voice, walked over to him slinkily, and then pressed my hands against his chest. He looked at me, his eyes dark.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I was just wondering,” I said as I pressed my lips to the side of his face, “if you have time for a little appetizer.” My lips moved toward him, and I pressed them against his. We kissed for a few seconds before I felt his hands on my waist, sliding to my ass and squeezing. He brought me in so I could feel his hardness pressed against my abdomen.
“I thought you didn’t want a spanking,” he said, whispering against my lips. I felt the tip of his tongue against my skin, and I shivered slightly.
“Well, I don’t want a spanking because I don’t want a sore ass right now, but I don’t mind something else,” I said. As I slipped my hand across the front of his pants and squeezed his cock, I felt it twitch next to me, and I smiled as I looked into his eyes. “Seems like Mr. Finn, Jr. also is interested in a little fun.”
“Harriet,” he said. “What sort of fun are you talking about?”
