the kitchen.
It took him only a few minutes to fill her in on the ingredients he wanted in his omelet. She nodded and wentright to work. He watched her as she added the onions, green peppers, tomatoes…
Ramsey’s mouth began watering. For both the omelet and for her. Moving around the kitchen, she was a sight to see. And he felt the lower part of his body getting there. The huge bulge behind his zipper wasn’t a joke.
“What about a glass of orange juice?”
He blinked, realized he’d been staring. “Thanks. That will work.”
At the moment he couldn’t think of many things that wouldn’t work, especially if she were to place her hands on it. Shivers went through him when he thought of places she could place her hands…on him.
She crossed the room and placed the plate on the table, right in front of him, and a glass of OJ beside his plate. “Thanks.”
She smiled. “No problem.”
He began eating while thinking it might not be a problem for her, but it was definitely becoming one for him. He didn’t look up when she refilled his cup of coffee. “Thanks.”
“Sure.”
He took his time to savor the meal which deserved all the savoring it could get. The omelet was simply delicious. He liked glancing up every once in a while to watch as she fried bacon and cooked sausage. In no time at all the smell of breakfast was all over his kitchen.
And he noted she had come out of her shoes. She had kicked them in a corner and was gliding around the kitchen in her bare feet. He smiled as he glanced down at her toes again and felt his breathing come out slow and easy.
They hadn’t said a word over the past thirty minutes. He was satisfied in letting her do her thing, and evidently shehad no problem in letting him eat in peace while he finished reading the newspaper.
With the newspaper read and his plate clean, he decided to strike up a conversation. There were some things about her that he needed to know. “Do you have any family around these parts, Chloe?”
Chloe kept her attention trained on what she was doing, refusing to let the sound of Ramsey’s deep, throaty voice wreak havoc on her mind. It was bad enough she could inhale his masculine scent over that of the bacon frying. That might sound like a lot of bull to some, but she was convinced it was true, which was the reason her nipples felt so sensitive. Bacon would not have caused that effect.
“No. I don’t have family around these parts,” she said, wondering why he’d asked.
“So you relocated here?”
“Yes.”
“Without knowing anyone?”
She wondered how she could answer that without telling an outright lie. “Not exactly. I have a girlfriend from college who lives here and decided to give this area a try.”
He nodded. “So you’re living with your girlfriend?”
Her answer to that would not be a lie. “Yes, when I’m not staying here as your cook.”
He pushed his plate aside and leaned back in his chair. “So where are you from?”
She forced a smile as she glanced over at him. “Where do you think I’m from?”
“Somewhere in the South.”
“Yes, I’m from Florida, more specifically Tampa.”
Deciding she had answered enough questions, Chloe resolved it was her turn to ask a few. “So, what happenedwith Raphael and his five wives? I didn’t think a divorce was that easy back in the day.”
Ramsey shrugged. “During our research we discovered the first woman he ran off with was a preacher’s wife. He couldn’t marry her because she was already married.”
Chloe lifted a brow. “Then why did he run off with her?”
“To save her from an abusive marriage. And before you ask, the second wife he took off her husband’s hands, with her husband’s blessing, to save a possible scandal.”
Ramsey decided that was all he would tell her for now. It was just enough to keep her curious. Why he was baiting her he really wasn’t sure. Maybe the reason was that he liked seeing the look of interest in her eyes.
He
It took him only a few minutes to fill her in on the ingredients he wanted in his omelet. She nodded and wentright to work. He watched her as she added the onions, green peppers, tomatoes…
Ramsey’s mouth began watering. For both the omelet and for her. Moving around the kitchen, she was a sight to see. And he felt the lower part of his body getting there. The huge bulge behind his zipper wasn’t a joke.
“What about a glass of orange juice?”
He blinked, realized he’d been staring. “Thanks. That will work.”
At the moment he couldn’t think of many things that wouldn’t work, especially if she were to place her hands on it. Shivers went through him when he thought of places she could place her hands…on him.
She crossed the room and placed the plate on the table, right in front of him, and a glass of OJ beside his plate. “Thanks.”
She smiled. “No problem.”
He began eating while thinking it might not be a problem for her, but it was definitely becoming one for him. He didn’t look up when she refilled his cup of coffee. “Thanks.”
“Sure.”
He took his time to savor the meal which deserved all the savoring it could get. The omelet was simply delicious. He liked glancing up every once in a while to watch as she fried bacon and cooked sausage. In no time at all the smell of breakfast was all over his kitchen.
And he noted she had come out of her shoes. She had kicked them in a corner and was gliding around the kitchen in her bare feet. He smiled as he glanced down at her toes again and felt his breathing come out slow and easy.
They hadn’t said a word over the past thirty minutes. He was satisfied in letting her do her thing, and evidently shehad no problem in letting him eat in peace while he finished reading the newspaper.
With the newspaper read and his plate clean, he decided to strike up a conversation. There were some things about her that he needed to know. “Do you have any family around these parts, Chloe?”
Chloe kept her attention trained on what she was doing, refusing to let the sound of Ramsey’s deep, throaty voice wreak havoc on her mind. It was bad enough she could inhale his masculine scent over that of the bacon frying. That might sound like a lot of bull to some, but she was convinced it was true, which was the reason her nipples felt so sensitive. Bacon would not have caused that effect.
“No. I don’t have family around these parts,” she said, wondering why he’d asked.
“So you relocated here?”
“Yes.”
“Without knowing anyone?”
She wondered how she could answer that without telling an outright lie. “Not exactly. I have a girlfriend from college who lives here and decided to give this area a try.”
He nodded. “So you’re living with your girlfriend?”
Her answer to that would not be a lie. “Yes, when I’m not staying here as your cook.”
He pushed his plate aside and leaned back in his chair. “So where are you from?”
She forced a smile as she glanced over at him. “Where do you think I’m from?”
“Somewhere in the South.”
“Yes, I’m from Florida, more specifically Tampa.”
Deciding she had answered enough questions, Chloe resolved it was her turn to ask a few. “So, what happenedwith Raphael and his five wives? I didn’t think a divorce was that easy back in the day.”
Ramsey shrugged. “During our research we discovered the first woman he ran off with was a preacher’s wife. He couldn’t marry her because she was already married.”
Chloe lifted a brow. “Then why did he run off with her?”
“To save her from an abusive marriage. And before you ask, the second wife he took off her husband’s hands, with her husband’s blessing, to save a possible scandal.”
Ramsey decided that was all he would tell her for now. It was just enough to keep her curious. Why he was baiting her he really wasn’t sure. Maybe the reason was that he liked seeing the look of interest in her eyes.
He
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