Inferno Anthology
room.
    The table was beautifully set. The silver candelabra his grandmother had given him; the one he had never used, now sat in the center of the table with three long tapered candles that glowed with romantic promise. His finest china was laid out, as was his flatware.
    “If your meal is as good as this table looks, I think I’m going to enjoy having you in my home even more.” He narrowed his eyes appreciatively at her blushing cheeks and flushed chest.
    “I was afraid you might not take too well to my cooking my own dishes.” She sat down facing him then looked down at herself. “Oh, I forgot to change. This is such an elegant meal, I can’t just…”
    “You look perfect. I like this laid back look.”
    “Well, in that case.” She raised her glass. “ Bon appetit .”
    “ Bon appetit .”
    Taryn looked apprehensively at him as he sliced through the lamb and took his first might.
    “The verdict?” she said when he remained silent.
    He cocked an impressed brow. “Interesting. Is that cumin I taste?”
    “It is.”
    “And a hint of… what is that?” He took another bite. “Cinnamon?”
    “Could be,” she said with a pleased and teasing grin.
    “It’s not something I would have ever thought to try, but… it works. Congratulations.”
    “I’m happy you like it.”
    Throughout dinner, they spoke of the upcoming classes and the cookbook that she’d be working on. While he managed to speak clearly enough about his culinary intentions, his mind was far from the kitchen. Repeatedly, his gaze dipped into the valley of her breasts and he was mesmerized by the thought of seeing her completely nude, feeling her soft heated skin against his, her wet folds touching his hardness like a kiss. She’d be as sweet as she looked, but with a touch of spice that seemed to heat up every part of his body. The combination of innocent and sexy was intoxicating to him, especially the hint of defiance in her eyes. He wasn’t sure if she despised him, but was humoring him to get ahead. Whatever it was, he wanted to possess her, own her, make her his. His erection harden just thinking about having her naked in his bed, while his mouth worked on her most delicious core. Errol’s face darkened with desire as he stared heatedly at her. He would be damned if he didn’t fuck her tonight.
    When she picked up a bone and ravenously sucked on the tip, he nearly dropped his glass of wine. Her lips, perfectly puckered, perfectly sensuous, perfectly set to take him in and… Oh, how delicious it would be.
    As wonderful as the meal was, he set his fork down and leaned back with his glass of wine and watched her. One by one, she took each of the four bones on her plate and cleaned them off, picking daintily at the remaining meat with her long slender fingers before sucking the juices off.
    He tried to catch her gaze. Did she have any idea the effect she had on him? For all appearances, she seemed oblivious. Her appetite was reserved to the food on her plate and not the hungry man sitting in front of her.
    She set her fork down and looked at him. “Without wanting to sound pretentious, I have to admit I impress myself.”
    “And with good reason. It was a bold move, but the contradiction of flavors was perfectly balanced.” He reached out to take her hand. “Looks like I made the right choice it taking you on to test my recipes. You won’t have any trouble finding flaws or miscalculations. You’ll probably even improve many of them.”
    She cocked a brow. “Will I get credit?”
    “Sure, why not?”
    “Really? I was being facetious.”
    “I might be a pretentious and arrogant bastard when I need to be, but I know how to give credit where credit is due. I might even include this very meal in my book… if that’s okay with you.”
    “Okay? It’s more than okay. It’s fabulous. Wait until I tell my mother. My own recipe, my own creation in a book as prestigious as yours.”
    His hand remained over hers and he was dismayed by

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