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She grinned.‘I have lots of ideas.’
‘I bet you do.’
He nodded and they talked more—business, contracts, supply and demand.Somehow almost an hour passed.
‘Are you hungry?’
She was, but not for what he was offering.Why wasn’t he offering what she wanted?Had she read this weekend all wrong?Here she’d been thinking they were in for some seriously naughty fun and, while she’d wanted to keep him in his place, she was disappointed that all he was interested in was showing her his house, chatting about work and now feeding her.
‘A little.’
As she followed him to his kitchen she realised she was actually a lot hungry.There were some seriously yummy smells wafting in the warm air.
He took oven mitts and lifted a tray out of the oven.She watched, mouth watering as he put the bread on a cooling rack.
‘Did you bake this?’
He nodded.
‘It’s not one of those take-and-bake jobs from the supermarket?’
‘Never,’ he declared.‘Ever had one of them smell as good as this?’
She poked at it.‘How did you get the crust so…’
‘Crusty?’He laughed.
She nodded.‘Not even the French bother baking a French stick in their homes.They go to the baker.You can’t get the same crust in a home oven.’
‘I don’t have a home oven.I have an industrial oven.’She turned and had a good look at the machine fixed into the wall.Industrial was right.You could feed an army cooking with that thing.‘Why?You’re some sort of glorified banker, aren’t you?Why on earth do you need an oven like this?’
He’d torn some strips of bread and offered her one.‘I like bread.I like baking.I like baking bread.’
‘Can you cook anything else?’She munched on the warm loaf.
‘Maybe.If I wanted to.I don’t want to.’
‘Why not have a bread maker?’
He stopped just before taking another bite.‘Why not go to the shop and buy a loaf?’
‘But it takes hours.You have to leave it to prove.All that kneading.’
He grinned.‘Exactly.The reward isn’t all in the result.The reward is also in the process.Taking the time.Each step along the way.There is nothing like kneading the dough.Rolling it, pushing it, over and over.Then you know it’ll rise well, the taste will be superior.It has to be done slowly.It has to be done by hand.’
Her cheeks flushed, trying not to think about the images his words were bringing into her brain.And he knew.She knew he knew.They weren’t just talking about bread.
‘Like all good things.It takes time.’
‘So who taught you to bake bread?’She tried to get a grip.‘Your mother?’
‘I taught myself.Mum was at work.I had to eat.The good thing about bread is that you don’t need a lot in the way of ingredients.And the ingredients themselves are cheap.I’d bake bread—big, heavy loaves.And then I’d make toast or sandwiches.I can make anything into a sandwich.’
Cally processed the info.Understood.He’d been hungry as a kid.‘It was just you and your mother?’
He nodded.‘And you?’
She didn’t want to talk personal much anymore.Didn’t want this to progress beyond anything much more than it was—a dare, a one-weekend-only special.She didn’t want to develop feelings for him other than lust, which, hopefully, would soon be sated.It would be all too easy to like him—a lot.Aside from the obvious physical factor, he was interesting, funny.He stood so easy in his own skin.He knew his body and he’d be as comfortable working his way around her body too.He made it all seem so simple.
