3 Seconds (Time for Love Book 6) Read Free Page A

“Didn’t you hear? Gordon got sick and had
to take some time off. They got some hot shot to take his spot. I
guess she trained under Chef Agard, and owns that Irish Pub
downtown.”
    At the sound of
my mentor’s name I perked up.
    I was about to
ask more when movement at the front of the room indicated the
instructor had arrived, and I looked up to see … Bronagh.
    I had a sudden
flash of creamy skin smattered with freckles, and the sultry moans
I’d coaxed from the gorgeous woman standing at the head of the
class. She had her hair pulled back in a bun, and was wearing a
standard chef coat, complete with the culinary school’s crest, and Chef Bronagh Callaghan written over her left breast.
    My first
thought was, Hell, yes, there she is … I’d woken up to find
my bed empty, which wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, but I’d been
surprised to find my mind wandering back to that night occasionally
over the last few days. There was something about her … that hair,
those tits, that ass … and the sexy-as-fuck way she’d responded to
my hands on her body.
    It didn’t suck
to see her standing before me now, but when her gaze flitted over
me, then came back and her eyes widened in shock, I realized that
the feeling might not be mutual.
    I bit back
disappointment. She obviously wasn’t stoked about finding me
sitting in her class, and assured myself that I hadn’t been alone
in my loft that night. The sex had been amazing. Powerful, potent,
and downright animalistic. I knew she’d felt it too; her pleasure
had been pretty obvious. I’d been with enough women to spot a fake,
and there was no way Bronagh had been faking when we were
together.
    I just had to
remind her of that fact, and convince her that one night was not
enough to explore the chemistry we had. I had to have her
again, which surprised me.
    I wouldn’t mind
getting her back in my bed, hell, I’d even snuggle a bit, then get
up and make breakfast for her.
    Going back for
seconds wasn’t normal for me, being more the “hit it and quit it”
type. It was the damndest thing, and I had no idea what it meant,
but I wanted to find out.
    Class started
and I found it impossible to concentrate. All I could think about
was Bronagh’s luscious body quivering beneath mine. I was like a
man possessed.
    I moved through
the motions, chopping the vegetables in front of me on automatic
pilot. My heart wasn’t in it. I realized that I needed to get a
hold of myself and focus, when the class, or should I say culinary
school, pet, and overall pain in my ass, Calla Winston walked up
behind me and asked snarkily, “Hot for teacher, Brendan?”
    I shot her a
dirty look and went back to what I was doing, deciding to be the
bigger person and ignore her parting shot.
    “Looks like
having the pretty new instructor will work in my favor. You just
keep mooning over her, and I’ll continue to kick your ass and get
that job we’re both gunning for.”
    Calla had been
my rival since day one. An overachiever and suck-up, she worked
hard to be the best and hated that I was naturally gifted in the
culinary arts. We were always competing for the top of the class,
and were both applying for the coveted spot with Chef Agard. She
was hot, in a bitchy sort of way, but I’d never been there. I was
afraid if I got too close to that viper, my dick would shrivel up
and fall off.
    Needless to
say, there was no love lost between us, and I had every intention
of leaving her crying in my dust when I won that spot.
    When a break
was called, I walked out like I was going to the bathroom, then
veered off toward Gordon’s old office, assuming that Bronagh would
be in there.
    I walked inside
and shut the door, leaning against it and watching her closely as
she turned.
    “Brendan,” she
said breathlessly, reminding me of our night together and causing
my already taut body to harden even more painfully. “What are you
doing here?”
    I knew she was
talking about more than just her office.
    “I