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He pauses a second. “She cried a bit, and then I told her you’d let her be an honorary grandmother.”
I giggle. “Nothing like putting a bunch of pressure on me.” I lay down the sketchpad, and I grab the room service menu from the ottoman.
“He wants to put it in your mouth, but I have faith you can get him to go lower. Obviously, he’s attracted to you. Either that, or he’s a total chauvinist pig. I’d say you’ll figure that out in a day or so.”
“I imagine you’re right.”
“I gotta go. Luke is taking me to dinner.”
“Happy nuptials!” I met Luke today when he and Malcolm drove me to the airport, and I have to say, they’re perfect together.
My next call is to room service where I order a hamburger and a substandard chocolate croissant then I look at what I doodled and nearly fall off the seat. In front of me sketched on the paper are my lips wrapped around a penis.
RIPLEY
I have no idea what came over me. One minute we are sharing pleasantries. The next we are in a pissing contest, and then I’m threatening to shove my cock down her throat. All I can think about are her lips wrapped around my dick, but I never should have said it! This is going to be the longest fucking week of my life.
I shove the car in park and stomp into my house. I have to prep for tomorrow night’s dinner here. It’s my gift to the students. Because the first day of class is always stressful, I have them over to my house to remind them I’m just a regular guy. I fix a simple meal of chicken cordon bleu with rice pilaf. We unwind and get to know each other. That makes the rest of the week easier. But I have a feeling nothing is going to make this week easy when I know for certain that for the next five days my dick will be hard.
Once I’m done, I prep in a different way. Madison Leclerc is no ordinary girl. She says she looked me up? It’s only right I do the same.
I type in her name, and pages of information about her populate my screen. Holy hell, she’s everything I hate in a person, but she’s everything I want.
Six
Maddy
It’s fifteen minutes to seven, and I’m standing outside the back door of the bakery freezing my tushie off. I reach for the handle several times then think better of it and stand back. I feel like a shit for accusing him of being a hypocrite.
“You going in?” An impatient voice comes from behind me
I whirl around to see a skinny blonde dressed in checkered pants and a chef’s jacket. Am I going in? That’s what I’ve been debating for the last ten minutes. “Yes.” I yank on the door handle and pull it open. Immediately, my senses are on overload. I draw in a deep breath of baked goods, cinnamon and sugar. I hold the door open for the girl who looks like she’s never eaten bread in her life.
“Welcome, ladies.” Ripley leans against a stainless steel table dressed in a twin outfit to the blonde, and I wonder if she works with him. A thread of jealousy wraps around my insides and pulls tight.
“Good morning,” I offer first.
“Good mornin
g,” the blonde says sweetly, and I want to choke her.
“Have you two met?” He steps forward and hands us both a tied package. “If not,” he points to me and says, “This is Madison Leclerc.” He says my name perfectly. Most people pronounce it laclerk, but it rolls off his tongue with perfection and sounds like an L followed by éclair, just like the pastry.
“Nice to meet you.” She says all saccharine and sweet. “I’m Paige Trumble.”
I smile and nod, but I don’t tell her it’s nice to meet her because it’s not. Since she entered the place, all she’s does is eat Ripley up with her eyes. She might be sweet on the outside, but so is a ferret before you step on its tail.
“Come meet the others.” Ripley turns around and walks us through a door to a classroom. Not your average classroom, but a large room lined with wall ovens and refrigerator units. Six stainless steel tables shine like diamonds under the fluorescent lights. This room doesn’t smell like donuts and chocolate frosting. It smells like intimidation and hard work.
Standing in front of the tables are three men—all decent looking in their own right, but when in a room with Ripley they are invisible.
“Gentlemen, this is Paige, she works as a sous chef in Atlanta. This is Madison, and she won this class at a fundraiser.” He points to the men and introduces them one by one along with their cooking pedigree. There’s Chad, Grayson, and Cliff and by the time the introductions are made, I’m ready to turn and dash out the door.
Ripley must sense this because he walks behind me and settles his hand on the small of my back. “Let me show you to your work station.” He takes me to the back of the room where two empty tables sit. His hand never leaves my body. The flat palm reminds me of his threat to spank me, and I shudder. “Cold?”
“A bit.” I lie which isn’t a thing for me, but it’s quickly becoming a habit around him.
He unbuttons and pulls off his chef jacket placing it on me. “This should keep you warm.” I button up the front while he rolls up my sleeves. The room is silent and only he and I exist. I drop my head forward and breathe deeply. I’m surrounded by his smell, his energy, his presence. He is so nice, and then he is gone, and all that’s left is the heat of his touch and his autumn spice cologne.
