“Ladies, you left without saying goodbye,” he playfully admonishes, holding his hand over his heart like he’s wounded by our callous departure.
“We’re so sorry,” Erin purrs, stepping out from behind me to plant her palm on his forearm.
Sam briefly flicks his eyes to her before shifting to pin them on me, their sea green depths shimmering with something akin to hunger.
“Olivia, can we talk for a moment?”
Fits of giggles erupt from both Sin and Erin. Yes, these are my best friends, although I’m seriously reconsidering that at this moment as the two grown-ass women act like a bunch of star-struck teenagers.
Hanging my head in sheer embarrassment, I mutter, “Would you please leave us alone?”
Sam confidently inches closer to me, then it hits me—my friends’ lame outburst has diverted my attention from the real concern. Sam. I’m wildly turned on by this hot young man standing before me.
Stepping back, out of the circle of light, I’m plunged into darkness. Moving into the same spot I just vacated, his striking frame is illuminated by the fluorescent glow from above, like a spotlight beaming down on the main attraction. If I didn’t know he was a chef, I’d swear he was a model.
“I don’t usually do this,” he says.
“Do what?” I’m confused, my mind reeling and heart battering.
I snort. Real attractive, Olivia.
“Is that what you’re doing?” I quirk an eyebrow in question. He nods once, his smile still in place. “Well actually, come to think of it, of course you don’t. They usually fall at your feet,” I sarcastically add at the memory of the evening’s revolving door of women surrounding the kitchen. I bet tonight was an average turnout for him.
“Fall at my feet?” He chuckles, one side of his lips tipping up in amusement. “I must’ve missed that because I don’t remember any women at my feet. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have forgotten that.”
“I guess we see things differently,” I quip. “What do you want, Sam?”
“I want you to go out with me.”
Didn’t he get the hint? I shot him down in the restaurant. Damn, he’s beautiful. He could have anyone—so why me?
Burned by love once before, divorcee Olivia Cassidy isn't looking for a recipe for "happily ever after". The first time she thought she found forever, it turned out to be a marriage with no sizzle and no spice.
Busy starting up her own business and raising two older children, love is the last thing Olivia is looking for. But when the sexy, hot, young chef, Samson Beaulieu, comes into her life, he's suddenly mixing up something new.
Now it's up to Sam to show Olivia how delectable their future can be. He may know how to heat things up - both in the kitchen and in the bedroom - but is Sam really made to love her?
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SM West was born on an island paradise on the shortest day and longest night of the year, Winter Solstice. Perhaps that’s why she’s a night owl? She loves romance and intrigue with intensity and edge. Her stories are about characters with brave hearts who fall wildly in love. If she’s not reading or writing, she’s hanging with her family, planning her next adventure, enjoying a glass of wine and indulging in chocolate.