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probably made him an asshole to watch them, but he
didn’t bother hiding his automatic smile as he did. Nice curves,
ass, legs and breasts. A playground just waiting for
him.
    As he stood back, allowing
her to proceed first, he swallowed a lump in his throat. Saffron’s
back brushed against his hand and the urge to run his fingers
across her skin rode him hard. He’d bet money it would be softer
than butter. Way softer. The first chance he got, he’d test that
theory with not just his fingertips, but with lips and tongue
too.
    Almost forgetting she
trailed behind them, he said to Vicky, “Please have someone deliver
our meal. Edmond knows to where.”
    “ That’ll take longer, you
know.”
    “ No worries,” he said almost
beneath his breath. The longer the better, truthfully. Many ideas
filled his mind on how to entertain Saffron in the
meanwhile.
    Ahead of him, Saffron moved
like liquid silver, her lush hair swinging low against her back
just above where his fingers itched to be. He loved that she wore
it down, allowing the slight curls at the end to provide all the
styling it needed. She possessed the kind of hair perfect for
threading his fingers into. Maybe he’d end up wrapping those silken
strands around his hand as he filled her from behind with his cock,
stroking in and out of the velvet-lined walls of her
pussy.
    His cock thumped now. The
very thought of her soft body beneath his made it difficult to
leave the restaurant without attracting some unwanted attention to
his enthusiastic lower anatomy.
    “ August?”
    Saffron’s smooth voice
snapped him out of his musings. With a slight grimace, August had a
sinking feeling she might have somehow read his licentious
thoughts. After a quick replay in his mind, he realized he’d missed
something she’d said. “Sorry?”
    Smiling, she slowed until
they walked side-by-side. “I was saying you never did tell me the
name of the herb on the scallops.”
    That conversation seemed a
lifetime ago. Back when he thought she worked for Brun. Then, he’d
been hesitant to list ingredients, but now it seemed harmless
enough. “The herb is called savory. This variety is only available
in summer. I chose it because it’s sweet, yet bold. Purists insist
it’s best for meats, but to me, it gives seafood a certain j’ne sais quoi . A kind of
refreshing quality.”
    “ No wonder I didn’t
recognize it. Not something you hear about every day, but it
harmonizes with the rest of the ingredients as if they came out of
a box that way. Not that I’d ever believe anything you made came out of a
box, but you know what I mean. They’re perfect
together.”
    They pushed through a crowd
waiting to be seated and proceeded out the restaurant’s doors.
Outside, he led her down the alley toward the employee’s parking
lot. A few seconds of silence passed as he marveled at his luck on
meeting her tonight. At the fortune of having a kitchen staff he
could leave without notice, knowing they’d continue without him,
not missing a beat in providing excellent service.
    Their footsteps, almost
hypnotic in quality, echoed against the cool evening air.
Red-bricked buildings surrounding them on both sides, forcing gusts
of breeze to plow into them as they walked. August maneuvered
himself closer, allowing his body to take the brunt. He held out
his elbow, offering his arm. When Saffron took it, burrowing her
body a little against his, he considered it a bonus.
    “ A lot of my cooking is
about instinct. About listening to the ingredients speak to each
other. Other times, it’s a tugging deep inside that compels you to
do something a little different from what you’d been taught. Just
trying things out to see if there’s a possibility they could work
together. Like you said, harmonize.” August shrugged down at her.
“Ever have something trigger an idea so strong you have to act on
it right there and then?”
    Her gaze flitted to his lips
and back up. A quick glance, but he’d caught