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He took a cautious bite, then nodded, a long tendril of something that was definitely not hair slipping out from beneath his toque.
“Delicious. Even better than…” He broke off, darting a nervous look at the chef. “I mean, it’s very good.”
She smiled at him and started to untie her apron just as the door swung open and Damian stalked in.
“What the hell is going on here?”
CHAPTER 5
Damian was already in a foul mood. The evening was not working out as he had planned.
His curvy little reviewer was even more delectable than he remembered, but he was beginning to think she was deliberately taunting him. His fangs threatened to descend again at the memory of that deliciously bare neck, fully exposed by the design of her dress. His annoyance was compounded by the fact that she seemed impervious to his charms despite her pretty blushes and shy perusal.
Most females would have melted when he kissed their hand, especially when accompanied by a little encouragement from his special gifts. He couldn’t exactly enthrall a human, but he could usually… encourage their thoughts in the right direction. His little human had been only too eager to release him.
I must be out of practice, he thought crossly. It was a talent he rarely employed after all.
His initial frustration compounded when he overheard a customer muttering a complaint about the food. Then when hetook a cautious look into the second dining room, his human was gone. Had she already given up?
No. It turned out she had invaded his kitchen instead.
“What the hell are you doing back here?”
“Saving your bacon, dude.” Cody was eating a spoonful of the bruschetta topping, a blissful expression on his face. “This is awesome.”
She flashed a smile at his busboy—which he did not appreciate one bit. Inserting himself between them, he scowled down at her.
“What makes you think you can cook?”
Her cheeks turned pink as she tried to return his glare, but she only succeeded in looking like an adorably outraged kitten.
“Perhaps because I can tell the difference between salt and sugar?”
She dropped her apron in the laundry bin, gave Cody another smile, and left, luscious ass swaying. He tore his eyes away from her departing figure to find that everyone other than his chef was giving him a reproachful look.
“You should have thanked her instead of yelling at her,” Shelly said as Cody handed her two plates of bruschetta.
“What the hell do you mean?”
Chef continued to ignore him, but Cody was only too happy to explain and Shelly silently handed him a spoonful of the corrected topping. He almost groaned as he tasted it. They were right, it was delicious—and he needed to apologize.
The thought did not make him happy, but he was even more unhappy when he realized that her seat was still empty and her cape was missing. Swearing under his breath, he ordered Shelly to keep an eye on the door and took off after her.
She’d only reached the end of the street, her shoulders drooping and her head down as she concentrated on her steps. She jumped when he appeared next to her and almost lost her footing. He caught hold of her just in time, and she ended up with her luscious curves pressed against his body as she gave him a startled look.
“What are you doing?”
“Saving you from falling.”
He knew he should release her, but he was enjoying the soft warmth of her body too much. Far too much, he realized as his shaft began to stiffen and his fangs tingled, threatening to descend. He took a hasty step back but kept his hands on her arms. Only to ensure that she didn’t lose her balance, of course.
She bit her lip, her eyes drifting down over his body again, and he hoped she wouldn’t notice the signs of his arousal, although it was difficult to disguise given his attire.
“Aren’t you cold?” she asked, surprising him. She was concerned about him, even after his rudeness?
“The cold doesn’t bother me.”
“Oh. Then why are you here?”
