Devour Me (Master Chefs Series #1) by Kailin Gow Read Free Book Online Page B

counter to watch him clean the oysters, mussels and clams he’d
just brought home.
    “Really?
It was just a revision of what we looked at last week. I was surprised to see
the number of students who couldn’t handle skinning and filleting a salmon.”
    “You’ll
think I’m childish and petty, but I think that’s part of the reason I liked
it.  So many students have been mean and nasty to me.  It was kind of nice
watching them stumble their way around that poor fish.”
    Grinning,
Errol looked at her. Childish innocence hung around her like a golden aura. It
wasn’t hard to see why so many of the girls in class disliked her. She was
beautiful, smart and talented. As for the boys in the class, obviously Taryn
hadn’t noticed the way they always looked at her, sneaking a peek whenever she
wasn’t looking.
    Without
her even noticing, her rear end always seemed to attract a large amount of that
attention from the men. Every time she took her overcoat off at the end of the
class, male eyes turned her way.  She had an exquisite way of filling out the
snug jeans she always wore in class.
    “Is
it true what they say about oysters?” Taryn asked.
    “I
don’t know. What do they say about oysters?”
    Taryn
shot him a quirky smirk. “You're a chef.  You were raised in France.  You're reported to be a sex machine. Don’t try to tell me you don’t know what
everybody else says about oysters.  I’m sure even your Nana knows.”
    “Oh,
the sex thing.”  He held up a perfect specimen.  “These?”
    “Yes,
those.”
    “Well,
you know what?  How ‘bout we cook all these babies up, serve them in a
delicious, Italian inspired sauce and see what happens.”
    After
pouring her a glass of ruby red wine, he poured some into the sauce he’d
concocted.
    Within
minutes each shellfish had cracked open, revealing the tender meat inside. Taryn
artistically placed a few asparagus spears and glazed carrots onto two plates.
    “Dinner
is served.” Errol spooned the oysters, clams and mussels into two large bowls.
    “Certainly
smells enticing.”
    “Have
you ever had oysters before?”  He took his seat and looked at the uncertain
grimace on her face.
    “I
did… once… a long time ago.  It didn’t look anything like this.”
    “Now,”
Errol said as he picked up a shell and brought it to his mouth. “Let me tell
you what I think about this whole aphrodisiac business. While some believe
eating oysters will stir your libido, I think…”  He slipped his tongue over the
quivering mass of flesh atop the shell.
    Taryn
had the exact reaction he was hoping for.  Her eyes widened in shock, narrowed
with intrigue then became heavily hooded with a secret longing to see more. He
obliged, passing his tongue over the bulbous nub that attached the meat to the
shell.
    Her
lips parted.
    Yes,
he thought as he watched her with growing interest. Tonight. The cat and mouse
game had gone on long enough.  He’d played the part of the caring mentor, the
dictating chef and the pleasant host.
    Now
it was time to see what she really had hidden beneath that prim exterior.
    He
pried apart the black glistening shell of a mussel, exposing the dark meat; the
perfect replica of a woman’s hidden lips.  “Many men like to view this as the
taste of a woman.  See the resemblance.”  He slipped his tongue along the
tempting folds of flesh.
    “So,
by your estimation, it’s not just oysters, it’s all shellfish.”
    “I
guess it’s all in the way you look at it.”  He pried the meat off the shell
with a small fork and popped it into his mouth.  “I mean, if you really want to
examine the issue, let’s talk about bananas.  Or, let’s have a look at that
piece of asparagus on your plate.”
    She
poked her fork into the asparagus and brought it to her parted lips. 
    “Are
you inspired?”
    Her
features crinkled up into a funny grimace.  “I get the banana, but this?”
    “Try
it,” he urged, curious to see the workings of her