The Flavor Of Love by Shiree McCarver, E. Gail Flowers Read Free Book Online Page B

what’s it going to be? Have you changed you mind about my cooking for you? Do you plan on making me serve my thirty days in jail?”
    Keigo continued to stare into her face without answering until she shrugged her shoulders, looked away and continued.
    “ I’m asking because I don’t want to rot in a jail cell that some pain in the ass judge threw me in for exerting my rights."
    He chuckled. This was the mouthy Miss Jones he had grown accustomed to. He noticed how she shifted from foot to foot. Seeing her long toes tense and release, he could imagine her pondering over the idea of shedding her shoes once again.
    “ Won’t you have a seat, Miss Jones?” His eyes returned to her face and held.
    Etta eyed him suspiciously. “Why do you keep staring at me like that?” She asked him, moving a slender hand to her face and wiping at something that wasn’t there. “Is there something on my face or something nasty on your mind?”
    “ What? Nasty? No there isn’t anything nasty on your face. Why would it be?” Confused he supplied, “I wasn’t staring, I was thinking about what I’m about to ask you. I was wondering if what I’m about to suggest to you was a suitable penalty.”
    “ Well, if you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking...I would say, don’t even think about it. No sir! I’m not that type of woman and it isn’t happening!”
    His eyes widened in surprise at her outburst. Etta’s face had become flushed and her nostrils flared with anger. He replayed their conversation in his mind to figure out what he said to upset her.
    It took Keigo another moment to realize the dense woman thought he was talking about sex . Did she actually think he was the type that would use his power to bargain for sexual favors? She must have a terribly low opinion of his character.
    Keigo cleared his throat loudly. He contemplated bringing this meeting to a close and calling security to hall her back downstairs to lockup. All his reputation needed was a sexual harassment suit.
    “ Don't flatter yourself,” he voiced his irritation. “Why would I want to sleep with you?” Keigo scolded himself silently for sounding too harsh. He didn't mean it, but he didn't want her to feel she had need for concern. His intentions were honorable.
    “ Oh please, Man. Who wouldn’t want to sleep with this?” She cocked her head to the side in question and swept her arms wide. “Look at me. I’m sexy and pleasant. I can make you a dessert so delicious it would make you want to slap your momma and I let’s not forget this to die for smile.” She gave him a dazzling deep dimple smile as if to prove her point. “See.”
    Keigo felt a strange flip-flop sensation in his stomach and he didn’t think it was the ulcer. Yes, he could see every delicious detail of Etta. There was no denying she had a heart-melting smile. He would even agree she was sexy in her own way. Pleasant ? That remained to be seen, and as for her cooking a dessert that would make him slap his mother? Not in this lifetime. The one thing she didn’t mention was her uncanny ability to drive a sane man crazy.
    “ Miss Jones,” He rubbed his hand over his stomach. “As enlightening as this is--”
    “ No reason to go into one of your long speeches,” she interrupted holding up her hands and dropping them to her sides. “I’m just joking, so get your judicial robes out of your crack,” she winked.
    “ Get my…what?”
    She rolled her eyes heavenward and shook her head at him. “Are you always so damned serious about everything?”
    “ I don’t believe I used to be until…” He halted his confession. Catching himself Keigo suggested, “Maybe we should get down to business. It’s been a long day.”
    “ Yeah, we might as well get it over with,” she mumbled, dropping into the seat in front of the desk. “Okay, I'm sitting, so let's hear the verdict.”
    “ Miss Jones, so as there are no more misunderstandings between us, let me say that I can