with
the amazing crab dip. She’s considering coming on the road with us for the next
couple weeks so it’ll be easier for me to eat healthy while we do this last set
of shows.”
“Like I told you before, I think it sounds like a great
idea, darlin’. You need to take care of yourself and my little godson.”
He gazed at Quinn and Rex and for a second it seemed as if a
dark cloud passed over his features before his face cleared and that infectious
grin returned, dimple and all. “Besides, I assume I’ll reap the benefits? We’re
a package deal, after all.” He aimed his smile at Gigi this time and her mouth
went dry.
She wet her lips and his eyes followed the path of her
tongue. Crap, what had she been about to say?
“Of course,” Quinn said. “She’d be cooking for all of us,
both buses, crew included. Just dinners though, breakfast and lunch we’re on
our own and we have to stay out of her way in the afternoons so she can get
around the kitchen. You’re still cool with sharing the Man Bus? And…curtailing
your activities for the next couple weeks?” She gave him a pointed look.
“I can handle anything for two weeks. Besides, maybe a break
would be good. I could take up needlepoint or something.”
Gigi’s cheeks grew warm. As far as his “activities”, it
didn’t take a genius to figure out they meant sex. She’d known the job would
entail staying on a tour bus with some of the guys, but she hadn’t known one of
them would look like this guy. Not that it would have made any
difference. She had no choice but to take the job if they offered it. Having a
gorgeous, horny guy living next to her while she did it would just make things
a little less relaxed. She’d manage.
Quinn and Rex exchanged a look. “We might as well make it
official,” Quinn said. “Gigi, we don’t need to taste dessert to decide. We’d
love you to be our chef for the next month, if you’ll have us. We’re a little
rough around the edges, but I promise, you won’t find more appreciative
customers. We love food and rarely get the home-cooked variety, so you’ll be
treated like a queen here.”
Tears of joy and relief sprang to her eyes and she blinked
them back. “I accept and I can’t wait to start. Shall we celebrate with some
fresh berry tart?”
Everyone began chattering as she passed out the small
dessert plates. This was it. The pay from this gig and the cache that came
along with being the chef to a relatively high-profile client was exactly what
she needed to start her business. Maybe Rex and Quinn would even like her
enough to recommend her to others.
Now all she needed to do was not screw things up by drooling
all over their band-mate. Piece of cake.
* * * * *
Beau kept his eyes trained on the new chef as she bustled
around the kitchen passing out plates and making small talk. They’d called the
crew in to help polish off the desserts and celebrate their upcoming fast-food
moratorium. Everyone was in great spirits and he had to admit, as he forked up
the last bite of banana cream pie, she was a damn good cook. For him to say so
was something too. He’d grown up on his mama’s food and she was about the best
cook he knew.
He briefly contemplated licking his plate, but reconsidered.
She hadn’t gotten to the formality of signing the contract, better not to scare
her away by acting like a Neanderthal. Yet.
He set his dish in the sink and leaned his back against the
counter as he watched her work the crowded room. She was a bundle of energy,
flitting this way and that, hell-bent on making sure everyone had enough of
everything. A natural nurturer. His cock twitched as he wondered if that
nurture carried over into the bedroom. Not that she was his type at all. Her
hair was a sort of nondescript light brown and sat in a haphazard pile on top
of her head. A semi-frumpy figure was shrouded in a serviceable apron with
little red cherries on it. Under that she wore baggy jeans and a blue polo shirt.
If he
the amazing crab dip. She’s considering coming on the road with us for the next
couple weeks so it’ll be easier for me to eat healthy while we do this last set
of shows.”
“Like I told you before, I think it sounds like a great
idea, darlin’. You need to take care of yourself and my little godson.”
He gazed at Quinn and Rex and for a second it seemed as if a
dark cloud passed over his features before his face cleared and that infectious
grin returned, dimple and all. “Besides, I assume I’ll reap the benefits? We’re
a package deal, after all.” He aimed his smile at Gigi this time and her mouth
went dry.
She wet her lips and his eyes followed the path of her
tongue. Crap, what had she been about to say?
“Of course,” Quinn said. “She’d be cooking for all of us,
both buses, crew included. Just dinners though, breakfast and lunch we’re on
our own and we have to stay out of her way in the afternoons so she can get
around the kitchen. You’re still cool with sharing the Man Bus? And…curtailing
your activities for the next couple weeks?” She gave him a pointed look.
“I can handle anything for two weeks. Besides, maybe a break
would be good. I could take up needlepoint or something.”
Gigi’s cheeks grew warm. As far as his “activities”, it
didn’t take a genius to figure out they meant sex. She’d known the job would
entail staying on a tour bus with some of the guys, but she hadn’t known one of
them would look like this guy. Not that it would have made any
difference. She had no choice but to take the job if they offered it. Having a
gorgeous, horny guy living next to her while she did it would just make things
a little less relaxed. She’d manage.
Quinn and Rex exchanged a look. “We might as well make it
official,” Quinn said. “Gigi, we don’t need to taste dessert to decide. We’d
love you to be our chef for the next month, if you’ll have us. We’re a little
rough around the edges, but I promise, you won’t find more appreciative
customers. We love food and rarely get the home-cooked variety, so you’ll be
treated like a queen here.”
Tears of joy and relief sprang to her eyes and she blinked
them back. “I accept and I can’t wait to start. Shall we celebrate with some
fresh berry tart?”
Everyone began chattering as she passed out the small
dessert plates. This was it. The pay from this gig and the cache that came
along with being the chef to a relatively high-profile client was exactly what
she needed to start her business. Maybe Rex and Quinn would even like her
enough to recommend her to others.
Now all she needed to do was not screw things up by drooling
all over their band-mate. Piece of cake.
* * * * *
Beau kept his eyes trained on the new chef as she bustled
around the kitchen passing out plates and making small talk. They’d called the
crew in to help polish off the desserts and celebrate their upcoming fast-food
moratorium. Everyone was in great spirits and he had to admit, as he forked up
the last bite of banana cream pie, she was a damn good cook. For him to say so
was something too. He’d grown up on his mama’s food and she was about the best
cook he knew.
He briefly contemplated licking his plate, but reconsidered.
She hadn’t gotten to the formality of signing the contract, better not to scare
her away by acting like a Neanderthal. Yet.
He set his dish in the sink and leaned his back against the
counter as he watched her work the crowded room. She was a bundle of energy,
flitting this way and that, hell-bent on making sure everyone had enough of
everything. A natural nurturer. His cock twitched as he wondered if that
nurture carried over into the bedroom. Not that she was his type at all. Her
hair was a sort of nondescript light brown and sat in a haphazard pile on top
of her head. A semi-frumpy figure was shrouded in a serviceable apron with
little red cherries on it. Under that she wore baggy jeans and a blue polo shirt.
If he
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