Worth Waiting For by Vanessa Devereaux Read Free Book Online

pushing.
     
     

 
    Chapter Five
     
    Brock had the best of
both worlds. Here he was sitting in the kitchen, eating the lobster gratin that
Henri had pulled together earlier that day. For the first time since he’d taken
French at the private school his father had insisted he attend when he was ten,
Brock had been able to put it to good use in conversing with the chef.
    Okay, he’d been a bit
rusty, but the Frenchman had at least understood him. He’d been able to make out
what Henri was telling him about the dish and how he came up with the idea for the
recipe.
    Shit, this guy knew
how to cook. The lobster and sauce glided over his tongue and down his throat.
Brock took a sip of water and looked over at the other fantastic thing about
working at the restaurant, the view of Kate. Well, not   all of Kate, just her cute little ass.
    Tonight she was
wearing a white crocheted dress. As she leaned over to grab some plates it rode
up slightly on her butt, giving him the best view yet of the top of her legs,
and oh yeah, the slightest glimpse of her white lace panties. He imagined what
her legs would be like wrapped around his hips and thighs while he slid in and
out of her. First class
ticket to ecstasy.
    His cock responded.
He downed more water but knew he should have thrown it on his face, maybe on
his crotch, because drinking it wasn’t going to cool him down any. He’d be
spending the next couple of nights under her roof and how he was going to
control himself was anyone’s guess.
    She turned around and
looked at him. Had she been aware he was staring? Well, not only starring, but
ogling her legs and ass?
    When he saw her
coming his way, Brock draped the napkin across his crotch.
    “How was the lobster
gratin?” she asked.
    “To
die for. I’d say it’s a definite keeper for the
menu.”
    “Glad to hear that.
All we need is to draw people in here to eat it. So how about
some dessert?”
    “Jeez, I’ll be
gaining weight by the day.”
    “It’s one of the
drawbacks of the restaurant business. You’ll have to work out more.”
    “Okay, you’ve twisted
my arm. I’ll try some and then figure out a way to burn some calories after I
eat.”
    “There’s an apple and
blackberry crisp if you like a fruit-based dessert.”
    “I love them.”
    “It’s over in the
fridge there and I think we have some ice cream, too.”
    Kate turned and made
her way into the dining room.
    Brock rubbed his
stomach. So many damn
temptations in this place.
     
    ***
     
    Kate put the bolt
across on the door that led outside from the kitchen, and then turned off the
entryway light after seeing Henri out for the night. Business had been slow
again but at least they’d had some customers. She knew of a few smaller
restaurants in town that had already gone out of business. Even if they were
her competitors she hated to see that happen. However, she hoped their
customers would migrate toward her restaurant before it suffered the same fate.
    She jumped when she
heard a noise coming from the dining room.
    That’s right…Brock had
told her he’d go and shut the windows in there. There’d been such a pleasant
breeze all evening she’d opened them, thinking the customers would appreciate
it while they dined.
    He walked into the
kitchen and took off the green apron he’d put on while he’d loaded the
dishwasher. “I have a few more plates to rinse and then I’m done.”
    “I can do them,” said
Kate.
    He put the dishes
into the soapy water in the sink as she stepped toward him.
    “You’ve done a lot
for your first day so I can deal with these,” she said.
    “No, it’s what you’re
paying me for.”
    “No, really, it’s
fine.”
    Truth was she wanted
him to go upstairs to the spare room where he’d be out of temptation’s reach.
Kate put her hands in the sink intending to pull the plates out, but instead
their hands met underwater. Neither of them moved but looked at one another as pinkies
touched, then middle fingers, index,