All You Can Handle (Moments In Maplesville Book 5) by Farrah Rochon Read Free Book Online

bright smile. “So, we’re good?”
    Ian stared at her for several long moments before he nodded. “We’re good.”
    “Wonderful. I promise you won’t even know I’m here.” She gave him another of those too-cheery-to-be-real smiles before she left out of the kitchen door.
    Ian slumped against the counter and cradled his head in his hands.
    Won’t know she’s here?
    As if there was a chance in hell of that happening.
     

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    “Where are you little grater?” Sonny murmured as she searched the huge pullout utensil drawer. “I know you’re here somewhere.”
    The prep station she’d been appointed to at Catering by Kiera wasn’t huge but it was well-stocked. She knew there must be a grater somewhere. But she’d been searching for the past five minutes and continued to come up short.
    Maybe if she could concentrate on her actual work instead of thinking about her new living situation, she could find what she was looking for.
    “It’s only temporary,” Sonny reminded herself. If she found it too difficult to live in such close proximity to Ian, she could just leave. Simple.
    Although finding another apartment that offered a month-to-month lease was probably impossible. Her best bet was to just stay away from Ian altogether.
    She had not seen him since Vanessa Chauvin had arrived with the official lease late yesterday afternoon. Other than hearing the rumble of his truck’s engine as he backed out of the driveway, she’d managed to avoid all reminders of him.
    Okay, so that wasn’t entirely true. She was constantly reminded of him. There was this humming throughout her entire being all night long, knowing that he was just yards away. She’d fallen asleep thinking about him right next door, having dinner, taking a shower, slipping into bed.
    Sonny braced her hands on the stainless steel workstation and searched for her center of control. She had a job to do, and allowing thoughts of Ian’s nude body on black silk sheets—because he had to sleep in the nude on black silk sheets—would do her no good.
    “Concentrate,” she admonished with a fierce whisper. It was her first day on the job, and she already had her first big test.
    The day began easy enough. Once she arrived, the catering company’s owner, Kiera Coleman-Watson, had given her a brief tour of the two thousand square foot corrugated building. After a meeting to discuss dessert ideas for a wedding they would be catering in a couple of weeks, Kiera had left her to become acquainted with the lay of the land.
    Sonny had toured through the pantry room and large, walk-in refrigerated room. Then she’d moved just a couple of the baking instruments around—after gaining permission from Kiera, of course—so that they better suited her work style. She was just settling in when Kiera barged in with an emergency catering job for a law firm downtown. They needed hors d’oeuvres for fifty by noon. Kiera tasked Sonny with coming up with a suitable dessert using whatever she could find in the kitchen because she would not have time to go out and buy supplies.
    It had been a mad scramble for Sonny, but also wicked exciting, like something from those Food Network challenge shows, when chefs had to come up with recipes on the fly. Thankfully there was high quality cake flour. As long as she could make a plain yellow cake as a base, Sonny could do just about anything dessert-wise.
    She’d baked two large sheet cakes and cut them into small squares. Then she’d dropped several pieces into the plastic shot glasses that she’d spotted during their tour, except for a few cake squares that she’d soaked in a combination of espresso and brandy for tiramisu. Sonny made a mental note to order a few more dessert liquors. Then she could really show what she could do.
    That would come later. Right now all she needed was a grater so that she could shave some pieces of the thick bar of dark chocolate that had thankfully also been