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My stomach did a somersault over the way he said that. Take care of you. Now that was a foreign concept in my world. No one used those words about me, let alone actually did it.
"It's really not necessary. I don't live far. I can just head home. Or if you want I can make it myself. I'm pretty good in a kitchen." I started to stand from the stool.
"Sit," he said with a little too much force, making me immediately comply. "I'm not making you make your own food after a night on your feet in those heels. But since I don't cook, the most I can do is a measly sandwich. However I can also fill you in on what to expect in the future."
"Okay," I said quietly, more than curious about what he might say. "A sandwich will be great. I'm not picky at all."
He looked at me sharply. "You should be. Woman like you deserves better than this. In fact, let this be the only time you settle and don't tell anyone I fed you a fucking sandwich. I'd never hear the end of it."
My eyes widened, but I kept my mouth shut. There were no words for the sudden tightening in my chest and the flutters low in my belly. So instead I watched him pile layer after layer of meat and condiments on some thick bread that looked suspiciously like homemade and then top it with a giant slice of pickle tooth-picked to the top.
When he passed it to me on a plate, I didn't know whether to eat it or take a photo of it. It looked like art. Unfortunately, when my mouth watered, my stomach growled along with it, gaining me another sharp look from my boss.
"Thank you," I said, picking it up and taking a quick bite before I said something stupid. Or more stupid beyond how I was already acting.
"We give our dancers a forty-five-minute dinner break here in the kitchen. You can order anything off the menu and it will be prepared fresh. Preferably something better than my attempt."
"This is really good. I love it," I said, taking another bite and practically moaning with pleasure.
His eyes lit with something, but a moment later he wiped it away. "There are also several breaks baked into the dance rotation. But if you need anything more, just let Bruce know and he'll work it out. I'm going to let him know that he should start you on a five-night schedule, if that works for you."
"It does," I said my mouth half full of food, making it hard to talk. Which was a good thing considering how overwhelmingly grateful I was for this job and the fact he wanted me to start five nights.
He laughed, a rich sound that might have been the most decadent thing I'd experienced to date. It didn't even matter that he was laughing because I looked ridiculous. I didn't care.
As I polished off half of the sandwich and groaned at how full I felt, he eyed me suspiciously. "That's it?" he asked.
I cradled my belly. "I can't handle another bite. That thing was huge. There was no way I could handle the whole thing." As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized how they sounded. In fact, I could hear a mysterious voice in my head saying, "that's what she said."
Only when I met JD's eyes, he wasn't laughing. The intensity of his penetrating gaze was back and I could feel the pull of attraction between us coming to a boil again.
Maybe it was just me, but I didn't think so. I wasn't naive. Although if anyone could read too much into the situation it would be me.
JD leaned in closer, making my breath hitch. My gaze dropped to his lips and I wondered how they would feel against mine. I'd never met a rougher man than this one, but there was no telling what that exterior might hide underneath it. I only knew in that moment that I wanted to find out.
As the seconds ticked by, my heart raced completely out of control. In my lust hazed stupor I might have even leaned a little in his direction.
"Well, if you're not going to finish that, I will. No need to have it go to waste when I missed dinner too."
I reeled backwards, the spell between us broken. Well, make that the spell that had enthralled me, broken. He clearly had something entirely different on his mind and I was a damned fool.
"Of course," I stammered, trying to cover the heat rising in my cheeks that I knew would make them bright red. “Please do. Or if you want, I could make you something. It's only fair."
"Absolutely not," he said, pulling my plate closer to him. "This will suffice."
With the embarrassment of my idiocy coloring the moment, I jumped from the stool and grabbed my bag. "I need to go."
Luckily, he'd just taken a huge bite of that sandwich, and he couldn't say much. A sign I took to get out of there quickly with a shred of decency left. I waved goodbye and thanked him for everything as quickly as I could and got the hell out of there before he could recover.
What in the hell had I been thinking? I'd almost kissed my boss. On my first night of the job...
CHAPTER FIVE
JD
It had been almost a week since that night at the club with Sasha and our too close for comfort moment in the kitchen.
Since when did making and eating a sandwich carry so much innuendo and intimacy? If she hadn't run off when she did things would have gotten completely out of control.
