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He laughs softly. “You’re wet thinking about it though, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I admit.
“But he was flirting with you,” he goes on.
“He wasn’t,” I shake my head. “He’s got like an army of adoring female fans.”
“Like you?” he frowns at me.
“I adore his cooking ability. Nothing more. You know that.”
We’re interrupted by Tony bringing a bottle of red wine to our table before he takes our order. I order a small fillet steak and asparagus so I can save plenty of room for whatever delights Carl is going to prepare, while Shane orders a T-bone with all the fixings.
When Tony has left, I look at Shane. “Thank you so much for this, Shane.”
“You’re welcome.”
“How did you even pull it off?”
“His agent owes me a favor,” he replies with a shrug.
“That must be some favor.”
“Hmm.” He takes a sip of his wine.
“Oh, God. You didn’t threaten to kill him or something, did you?”
“Jessie!” He frowns at me and I giggle.
“Sorry. I’m just messing with you.”
“You know I adore you, right?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He leans closer, standing slightly until his lips brush my ear. “But make no mistake, if you flutter your eyelashes at Carl Paxton again when he smiles at you, I will spank your ass in the middle of this restaurant and then I will break every bone in his hands.”
I look at him and swallow as he sits down. He’s being completely serious now and it’s still as hot as hell. Not the breaking Carl’s hands part, obviously. I would die if he did that because of me.
“I’ll be good. Promise,” I whisper.
He nods as Carl makes his way back to our table. He stands beside us and claps his hands together. “So, I thought the zucchini and chocolate mousse with the cherry foam? What do you think?”
I swallow and look between him and Shane. I don’t want to offend him, but the sound of cherry foam makes me feel a little nauseous. I mean I just don’t get the point of foam on a plate. It’s like air. And zucchini is a freaking vegetable. It does not belong in a dessert. “Actually, I would prefer your churros with the peanut butter and chocolate dipping sauces,” I say.
He stares at me and for a second I wonder if I’ve deeply offended him, but fancy desserts really aren’t my thing.
He narrows his eyes at me. “You know, I don’t even remember the last time I made them.”
“The zucchini thing is fine if that’s all you have prepared,” I say quickly.
“No. Churros are good. I’ll make churros. And for you, Mr. Ryan?”
Shane shakes his head. “Nothing for me. I’ll try some of Jessie’s.”
“Then I’ll make extra,” he says. “I’ll leave you both to enjoy your wine.”
As soon as Carl has left the table, I give Shane my full attention. “You know I adore you, right?”
