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“Oh yes, Big Daddy,” she screams out, her voice echoing throughout the large cabin around us.
I bring her down slowly, the roar of the fire behind us and her panting breaths the perfect soundtrack to start the rest of our lives to. I know I’ll sink my dick into her soon, but right here, right now? This is everything I’ve ever wanted.
This is perfect.
DATING THE CHEF
SILAS
I’ve grumbled and sneered about doing the food for a Valentine’s Day speed dating event at Aces since the moment I was told about it. It seems like a horrible way to meet someone. How can you make a connection in five minutes?
When I do one more check to make sure everything is ready for the break in the middle of the event, all my protests fly out of the window. I don’t need five minutes to make a connection, all I need is one glimpse of her.
Watching her talk with other men has me on edge. It’s only a matter of time before I can make my approach. Then I’ll make her mine. She’s going to learn there are some perks to dating a chef and I’ll be doing a lot more than dating Paisley.
PAISLEY
To say I was resistant to the idea of MatchMakers Inc. speed dating event would be an understatement. My best friends talked me into it. I couldn’t argue with shaking up my love life and I did make a New Year’s resolution. Everything else is going so well, but when it comes to love it’s been one mistake after another.
Spending my Valentine’s Day at the event instead of on my couch eating ice cream and watching romance movies doesn’t sound like a good time to me, but I promised I’d give it a try. I’m skeptical about the whole thing and I don’t feel a spark with any of the participants, but I’m determined to see the night through.
I’m not expecting a man to set his sights on me. He’s not even part of the event, but I can’t deny there’s something about him. With the way he looks at me and the way he makes me feel? Dating is not where this relationship ends, not even close.
CHAPTER 1
PAISLEY
“I’ve already told you, I’m going, Willow,” I let out the biggest sigh of my whole life. I love the girl, but since she found love she is persistent as hell and won’t let me escape or forget about the MatchMakers Inc speed dating event I’m getting ready for. “I went through the whole application process, didn’t I? I’m looking for an outfit right now.”
Coral singsongs, “You should have let me come over and help you pick out an outfit.”
“Uh,” I stall because all I can think about is how Coral and I do not have the same taste in clothing.
She’s someone who puts it all out there. She’s thin and gorgeous, without a care in the world when it comes to men. It’s probably part of the reason she hasn’t settled down. When you have so many choices, how do you choose?
I’ve always been more conservative than her. It’s not only because I have more curves to work with than she does, though it is a factor. It’s just who I am. I’m reserved and quiet most of the time. I prefer comfort over fashion, and I’ve learned that when I put myself out there, it’s not always a good thing.
Willow starts giggling at my obvious discomfort and total brain meltdown at the idea of Coral picking out an outfit for me. She’s so damn cute, but I guess she has room to be. We both made the resolution this year of taking hold of our love lives.
She tried online dating and while her first date out of the gate didn’t go well, at least not with the guy she was on a date with. It seems fate smiled on her because she did find a man who adores her. I’m a little jealous. Just don’t tell her because then she’ll feel bad, and she deserves the happiness she’s found with Lincoln.
Coral huffs, “What the hell? I would have picked one out with your style in mind.” She grumbles something under her breath, but it’s too low to catch.
“Right, sorry, Coral, I just had this vision of me in one of your dresses and my brain malfunctioned. You look great in them, but not so much for me.”
Willow chimes in, “First off, you’re wrong. You’d look amazing in a dress which hugged all your curves, Paisley. Second off, maybe you should let Coral pick out your outfit just to shake things up,” she sounds thoughtful but also doubtful.
I need to leave in a few minutes and by the looks of it, with the pile of clothes which have migrated from my closet to my bed, I need to focus. If I don’t, I’m not going to find anything and I’m going to be late. I hate being late.
For the speed dating event, the night starts out with a happy hour which is something I don’t want to miss. I’m going to need some liquid courage to get through this.
“Yeah, well, maybe I should have,” I admit. “I’m still standing here in my bra and panties looking at my closet like it’s going to open a portal to another dimension.”
If only. Am I right?
Coral makes a clicking sound with her tongue. “Put on the dress I forced you to buy last year. The black one with the white flowers. It looks great on you and shows off your tits beautifully.”
It sounds like Willow chokes on air on the line, but all I can do is throw my head back and laugh. Coral is the only one of us who would say something like that. Coral lives to push boundaries—her own, ours, and everyone else’s.
