woman do when sparks fly in the kitchen? Ignite the fire!
Especially if it’s a man as sexy as businessman Chet Castle creating the
wants three things from life: a successful catering business, a family, and the
love of an exceptional man. What she has is no job, a mounting pile of bills,
and her outspoken best friend—who sets her up on a blind date with the man who
inadvertently ruined Jill’s life.
businessman who has everything, except the ability to trust. Burned by a
money-hungry fiancée, he refuses to get involved in any relationship that has a
shelf life longer than a head of lettuce.
ambition—and determined to get her in bed—Chet offers Jill the chance of a
lifetime: work as his live-in chef and he’ll help her get her catering business
off the ground. When sparks fly in the kitchen, Jill realizes what’s cooking is
a recipe for disaster…
Jill and Chet’s perspective. ENJOY!
wavered. Although he wore sunglasses, she’d bet her last dollar his gaze swept
across her chest, lingering on the betrayal of her pert nipples pushing against
the fabric of her suit.
had never been a trait she possessed. Air stalled in her lungs, her palms grew
sweaty, and she itched to cover herself with a towel. Even though her replica vintage
swimsuit hid more than most sets of women’s underwear, she felt too exposed.
She turned to the side slightly and folded her legs up. Not that it helped, but
it made her feel a bit less exposed.
sandals, brushing a hand through his hair. The heat from the sun wasn’t the
only thing scorching her skin. She trickled several droplets of water over her
arms, but she couldn’t drag her focus from his toned flesh.
and the obvious package of goodies covered by his brown swimsuit—the same sexy
brown as his hair. Damn, did a man have a right to fill out a pair of swimming trunks
like that? Flecks of hair, just enough to give him a manly
muscles of his long, tan legs.
she could still speak. “Do you want some privacy?” Yes, say yes. She
needed an excuse to make an escape without coming off like someone desperate to
be making an exit.
privacy. Through the shield of his sunglasses, he inspected her body from the
tips of her pink-painted toenails to the top of her brightly flowered swimming
cap. Did people still actually wear those things? “No, you look comfortable.
Stay and enjoy the day.”
talk without his tongue hitting the cement, Chet turned to throw his towel and
sunglasses on a nearby lounge chair. Damn.
halter-style suit featured a tight bodice, but her slender hips and shapely
thighs hiding beneath a matching skirt grabbed his attention until all oxygen
left his blood. Even showing less skin than the average girl on the beach, she
far xceeded sexy and alluring.
off limits, no matter how delectable.
the diving board. He bounced along the surface as he made his way over the
water. When he looked at Jill’s bathing cap covering her head, he held back his
grin. The neon rubber flowers reminded him of something his grandmother
would’ve worn, but there the similarity ended. Everything beneath that cap was
far from making him think of Grandma.
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