Culinary Delight Read Free Page B

an empanada in hand. “Oh yeah? What kind of kink does Molly do?” His eyes glittered with mischief.
    The intensity of his focus on me combined with the teasing upturn of his lips sent heat racing through me, pooling low in my stomach. I could all-too-easily picture him with that same intensity in the bedroom.
    “She likes alphas that don’t take it to a kinky extreme.”
    Yup. Definitely killing her tonight.
    I crossed my arms over my chest, partly for comfort and partly to hide the fact that my nipples had begun to perk. The longer he stared at me like that, the harder it was to sit still.
    “Don’t worry. I won’t jump your bones, gringa. ”
    When did he move so close? His breath tickled my ear, sending tingles down my neck. My pussy pulsed.
    I hated him. I wanted to slap the shit out of him. Admittedly, - only to myself of course - I also wanted to strip and beg him to fuck me hard and fast with the same intensity his gaze promised.
    I shuddered. I’d never responded to a man like this. Why did it have to be him?
    “You okay, Mol?”
    “I think she’s a little overheated.” Even his laugh was smug.
    Damn him.
    Damn my body for reacting to him.
    “Stop antagonizing her, Rico. She’s the one who’s going to save your job, hopefully.” He swallowed the last bit of his pork chop. “Would you be willing to show Rico how to cook this stuff and any other Puerto Rican dishes you know? I can’t afford much, but I’d work around your schedule and get you anything you needed.”
    Rachel squealed. “She’ll do it!”
    “Rach!”
    “You were just saying you felt bad. Well, you can actually do something about it.” She looked at me expectantly, expecting me to respond the way someone with a heart would.
    I nibbled my lip. Rico had gone strangely silent. Not even a cocky glare from him. “Don’t you have family, aunts, mothers, anyone who could teach you?”
    “ Aside from Carlita, they’re all back on the island,” Rico stated. Was it me or did he actually soften?
    “Our abuela passed on her recipes, but my sister can’t cook and Rico claims to be a visual learner. I’d secured someone else to help, but she flaked. I can’t help. I can’t even boil water.” His brows creased.
    “And you chose to open a restaurant why?” I teased.
    “Pride, family heritage, a lot of reasons that don’t matter if I lose it all.”
    I understood all too well how he felt. I lost nearly everything in the divorce and he was the one who had broken our vows and cheated.
    I checked my phone. It was only half past seven. “If he promises not to be a smart ass, I’ll teach him. It’s early still so I could teach him these dishes tonight if you want.”
    “Yes. Absolutely.” Carlos perked up, relaxing for the first time all evening.
    “Sorry, Mol, but I’ve got to get home. I could call Rog and see if he could come get you when you’re done though.”
    “I’ve got her. She is helping my cuz.” A little of his arrogance returned, as did my desire to taste him.
    This was going to be a long night.
    “Thanks, Rach. Are we still on for Saturday?”
    “Oh yeah. I’m kicking the boys out by noon. I’ll buy the wine after work Friday. Bring some extra dough if you can. The boys killed my pizza last time before I could finish it.”
    “I think I can handle that.” Doubling dough recipes were easy, it was cooking in a hot kitchen with a sizzling Puerto Rican that I was a tad worried about.
    “Let’s go, gringa. ”
    I took a deep, sharp breath, blowing out my frustration. “I’m the one helping you. Don’t be rude. Also, drop the gringa . I know it’s an insult.”
    His lips mashed together. Determination sparked in his depths. Apparently I’d just waved a red flag in front of a bull.
    He bulldozed me out of the booth. Instead of falling to the floor, his arms went around me, catching me. He set me down in front of him, his arms staying at my waist.
    My heart sped up, excitement furling in my womb. His hard