what you’ve outlined sounds wonderful.”
“Are you sure because you look pretty intense. Did you have something else in mind?”
Yes, telling you that you got it all wrong! He thought to himself. “Actually, you described the perfect meal.” Adam stopped and inhaled, releasing it slowly. “What about dessert?”
“Well, in staying with a more casual mode, I think a variety of desserts would be preferable. Something light and fun…finger foods, that sort of thing.”
He frowned. “Such as?”
“Oh, there would be an assortment of cookies, some gourmet chocolates, and fresh fruit again, maybe some chocolate covered strawberries and some cupcakes.”
“Cupcakes? Seriously?”
“Cupcakes are all the rage right now.”
That disbelieving look was back and Cassie was beginning to find it endearing. “It’s true. Cupcakes are a big thing. They are taking the place of wedding cakes. You can decorate them any way you’d like and they are easier to serve.”
“But you still have to eat it with your hands,” he said with disgust.
“So? You’ll be eating the fruit and cookies with your hands…”
“It’s a…looking professional thing. You cannot possibly look like an intelligent or articulate person while eating a cupcake.”
Cassie refused to argue further. She knew when to drop a cause. “Okay, fine, no cupcakes. How about the rest of it? Does it sound okay?”
Adam merely nodded and when Cassie turned forward in her seat she saw that they were pulling into a long and winding driveway. She sat up a little straighter, not wanting to miss a thing. Adam had forgotten how long it had been since he’d been here. Now, pulling into the drive, knowing that he had Cassie to himself all weekend had Adam feeling none of the tension from moments before but pure anticipation.
Cassie gasped when the house came into view. It was massive; more than massive and seemed to be overlooking a cliff. “Is that the ocean, like, right there?” She actually cringed at her own words. What else would it be?
“Yes, that’s the Atlantic and the sunrise on it is spectacular.” Adam pulled the car around to the front of the house and pulled down his visor and hit a remote button that opened one of the garage doors. There were multiple levels to the house and with Cassie being in recovery mode and their luggage, it would be easier to use the elevator.
When Adam told Cassie as much, she merely gaped at him. “An elevator? You have an elevator?”
“Of course.” He found her naïveté to be adorable and watched her as they waited for the elevator to open and their weekend to begin.
Cassie was practically bouncing on her toes in excitement to get up and into the house. From the outside it was magnificent, she was sure her opinion would not change once she saw the inside.
As the doors slid open on the main floor, her jaw dropped. They walked out into the living area and Cassie stopped and turned in a full circle to take it all in. Whoever Adam had hired to decorate was a genius. There were light oak hardwood floors that were polished to a high gloss finish that almost had Cassie afraid to walk on. In the different seating areas, plush looking area rugs were used to clearly define the spaces. The walls were painted in tones of golds and yellows and everything was just so open.
Forcing herself to move, Cassie was immediately drawn to the large kitchen area. She lovingly ran her hands along the granite countertops and marveled at the stainless steel appliances and had to hold in a near-orgasmic groan. This kitchen was her dream. With two refrigerators and an eight-burner stove she knew that cooking here for Adam’s clients would not be a hardship of any kind.
She was pulling open cabinets and inspecting the restaurant quality cookware when she finally took notice of the ceramic tile under her feet. Cleanup would be a breeze, too, she
“Are you sure because you look pretty intense. Did you have something else in mind?”
Yes, telling you that you got it all wrong! He thought to himself. “Actually, you described the perfect meal.” Adam stopped and inhaled, releasing it slowly. “What about dessert?”
“Well, in staying with a more casual mode, I think a variety of desserts would be preferable. Something light and fun…finger foods, that sort of thing.”
He frowned. “Such as?”
“Oh, there would be an assortment of cookies, some gourmet chocolates, and fresh fruit again, maybe some chocolate covered strawberries and some cupcakes.”
“Cupcakes? Seriously?”
“Cupcakes are all the rage right now.”
That disbelieving look was back and Cassie was beginning to find it endearing. “It’s true. Cupcakes are a big thing. They are taking the place of wedding cakes. You can decorate them any way you’d like and they are easier to serve.”
“But you still have to eat it with your hands,” he said with disgust.
“So? You’ll be eating the fruit and cookies with your hands…”
“It’s a…looking professional thing. You cannot possibly look like an intelligent or articulate person while eating a cupcake.”
Cassie refused to argue further. She knew when to drop a cause. “Okay, fine, no cupcakes. How about the rest of it? Does it sound okay?”
Adam merely nodded and when Cassie turned forward in her seat she saw that they were pulling into a long and winding driveway. She sat up a little straighter, not wanting to miss a thing. Adam had forgotten how long it had been since he’d been here. Now, pulling into the drive, knowing that he had Cassie to himself all weekend had Adam feeling none of the tension from moments before but pure anticipation.
Cassie gasped when the house came into view. It was massive; more than massive and seemed to be overlooking a cliff. “Is that the ocean, like, right there?” She actually cringed at her own words. What else would it be?
“Yes, that’s the Atlantic and the sunrise on it is spectacular.” Adam pulled the car around to the front of the house and pulled down his visor and hit a remote button that opened one of the garage doors. There were multiple levels to the house and with Cassie being in recovery mode and their luggage, it would be easier to use the elevator.
When Adam told Cassie as much, she merely gaped at him. “An elevator? You have an elevator?”
“Of course.” He found her naïveté to be adorable and watched her as they waited for the elevator to open and their weekend to begin.
Cassie was practically bouncing on her toes in excitement to get up and into the house. From the outside it was magnificent, she was sure her opinion would not change once she saw the inside.
As the doors slid open on the main floor, her jaw dropped. They walked out into the living area and Cassie stopped and turned in a full circle to take it all in. Whoever Adam had hired to decorate was a genius. There were light oak hardwood floors that were polished to a high gloss finish that almost had Cassie afraid to walk on. In the different seating areas, plush looking area rugs were used to clearly define the spaces. The walls were painted in tones of golds and yellows and everything was just so open.
Forcing herself to move, Cassie was immediately drawn to the large kitchen area. She lovingly ran her hands along the granite countertops and marveled at the stainless steel appliances and had to hold in a near-orgasmic groan. This kitchen was her dream. With two refrigerators and an eight-burner stove she knew that cooking here for Adam’s clients would not be a hardship of any kind.
She was pulling open cabinets and inspecting the restaurant quality cookware when she finally took notice of the ceramic tile under her feet. Cleanup would be a breeze, too, she
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