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“Truffles,” I answered.
“Chocolate?” His expression was a mixture of surprise and disbelief.
I worked to keep a straight face. “Fungus.”
Hunter’s eyes narrowed. “You’re feeding me fungus?”
“Mushrooms are a fungus,” Morgan said, seemingly to appear out of nowhere.
“Why not just say mushroom, then?” Hunter asked.
I didn’t respond as Ash directed Morgan to take a seat next to me. My skin seemed to light up as I inhaled her sweet lavender vanilla scent.
“Do you like truffles?” I asked.
“The chocolate ones, yes. The fungus, I’m not sure. They’re a bit out of my price range.”
A part of me felt bad for accentuating the socio-economic differences between us. Another part of me wanted to take her to the kitchen and teach her all there was to know about food. At the same time, some other part of me sounded a warning bell to be careful about pursuing her, because hell yeah, food and seduction were a perfect mix.
Since I couldn’t indulge my libido and take her to the kitchen, I reached over toward the small dish with baked brie and black truffles. I pulled the appetizer and bread toward her, taking the bread and spreading the brie on it. “Try this.”
She took the bread and wrapped those fantastic lips around it. Her eyes closed and she made an “mmm” sound that made my dick twitch again.
“That’s lovely.” Her eyes turned a little watery. Was she going to cry?
“Are you all right?” It was awesome to meet someone who’d have an emotional response to food.
She turned away, and wiped her lips with her napkin. “Yes. I just … well, I’ve never been exposed to food this wonderful.”
I suspect she meant expensive, not wonderful. “You didn’t get food like this at the McAdamses’?”
She shook her head. “We ate there sometimes, but not like this. And I don’t get out much. Your restaurant is wonderful.”
There was that word again.
“Do you like food?”
She smirked. “Isn’t it obvious?”
I jerked, not sure what she meant.
“Clearly I like food,” she said making a motion with her hand down her body.
I took it as an invitation to take every inch of her body in. It wasn’t an invite I was going to pass up. My eyes raked over her, from her plump fuckable tits, down to the curve of her hips that were meant for a man to hold while he pumped in and out of her.
I finally made my way back up to her face. “I don’t get it.”
Her face showed a mixture of hurt and anger. “I’m not blind. I know what I look like. Are you trying to make fun of me?”
I felt like I’d been slapped, but wasn’t quite sure why. “No. I’m telling you I don’t understand what you’re telling me. I don’t have the ability to speak female like my brothers, so.” Okay, so that was a little more snark that was necessary, but I didn’t like being made to feel like an asshole when I hadn’t been trying to act like one.
“I’m overweight. Clearly, I like to eat.”
“You say that like it’s bad.” I was still lost somewhere.
She rolled her eyes. “Says the man who dates rabbit-food eating supermodels.”
That was often true. “I hate that.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“I’m a man who loves food. It’s maddening to make something like this and not have a woman eat it. I like that you did. I like that you like food.” I glanced around the table to make sure we weren’t being watched. I leaned a little closer. “I like that you have curves.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. I felt triumphant that she had no comeback.
“Now. I’m hoping you’ll indulge me by trying some of these other items that I very painstakingly created.” I reached to the other items on the table and pulled them toward us. I served her several, explaining what they were and why I’d created them.
At first, she seemed resistant, but then she relaxed and tried each item. Every time she put my food through those delectable lips, she closed her eyes and sighed. And every time I wanted to find out if that was the same expression and noise she’d make during sex.
When our dinner came, I explained about the meal; the special way it was prepared or unique items that were in it. She was attentive and eager to learn. She asked questions, and never once told me she had to watch her figure. She was a dream come true for a man who liked food and women. If I played it cool, when the wedding festivities were over, perhaps Morgan would let me show her all there was to know about food. If I was really lucky, I could show also show her other pleasures.
4
Morgan — Thursday
I felt like I was on a ship in the middle of a storm. My emotions and hormones were battling the elements of Kade Raven. I couldn’t believe the attention he was giving me. While I knew food could be sensual, I’d never experienced it like that before. Kade’s food was just that — Orgasmic. The way his green eyes watched me as I tasted his food made me feel like I was the center of the world.
