All The Way (The Sarah Kinsely Story - Book #1) Read Free Page B

chef saw that we were all properly flirted with and fed, he ushered us into a small back room which looked something like a private office with a portion of the wall knocked out so you could see the kitchen as you ate.
    “Please have a seat.” He said.
    There was a little table for four attached to the wall and four little chairs which we promptly sat our behinds in.
    “I will be with you in a moment, but please enjoy the view.” He turned on his heel and left.
    We giggled as he left the room. We could see the entire kitchen from where we sat. It was like watching Cirque Du Soleil . Cooks were calling out to each other in a coded language I couldn’t make out. Each cook seemed to have his or her own style as they chopped ingredients, plated food and danced around the kitchen. The chef stood at the head of it all tasting, inspecting and controlling. I couldn’t help myself but be attracted to his ability to command his ship. I found his sense of control in all that chaos calming, assuring and even sexy. Every once in a while he would bite the end of a pencil he used to mark off tickets and I felt the room spin slightly.
    I shook my head and tried to direct my gaze to the dishwasher. Now is not the time to be getting all hot and heavy over some random guy. Luckily, there wasn’t anything sexy about a machine that scraped used food off of dishes. It worked.
    Lizzy was the first to put words together into a coherent sentence.
    “Oh.My.God. That guy is spicy hot.” She said as she grasped her head with her hands and pulled her cheeks.
    “I want his body on my body.” Angela said without even cracking a smile.
    Peyton was barely able to keep her watery eyes open she was laughing so hard. The three girls exchanged a few variations on what they already said and then Angela paused.
    “What about you Sarah? What do you think about our old friend the chef?”
    Silence. The other two girls stopped laughing. Only the clanging of the pots and pans in the kitchen could be heard now.
    I knew to tread carefully here. I was the new girl. This wasn’t just a question about what I thought of the hunky guy who just took us on a personal tour of his kitchen, this was a vetting process and I was unprepared.
    Instead of saying what I really thought about their chef, I said,
    “He seemed nice. His kitchen is really big.”
    At this the girls lost it. Every possible innuendo about kitchen size and male anatomy that could be made was made. Angela nearly passed out from laughing so hard. I felt embarrassed, but was happy to see that I had passed the test.
    Whatever this mysterious chef had planned for us that evening I was excited to be sharing the experience with these girls.
     

Chapter 4
    We weren’t sitting there long when the chef returned, plates balancing precariously on his arms. I knew they were full sized dinner plates but the chef’s forearms were so wide that they didn’t even teeter as he swung his body through the door and delivered the food to our table.
    He placed each plate, a different dish, one by one in front of us.
    “I have cooked you each something very special,” he explained, “Off the menu.” He winked.
    He proceeded to give us each a rundown of the dish sitting in front of us.
    For Angela he prepared a mushroom udon with oyster sauce and sauteed vegetables.
    “A sturdy dish, full of solid flavor and deeply satisfying. Whenever I am in need of a dependable meal, this is what I make myself.” He said to her.
    For Lizzy, he had made a bowl of sweet beef ramen in a spicy broth topped with buttered corn and green onion.
    “This is an experimental dish. It is zesty, fun and a crowd pleaser. Not something I would feed my grandmother, but I love it even more because of that.” Lizzy took a deep breath over the broth’s spicy aroma and licked her lips.
    Petyon’s dish looked like a piece of architecture straight out of Japan. Cuts of Kobe beef, teriyaki chicken and roasted marinated vegetables sat atop