She followed him out of the secret room, carefully shutting both doors behind her.
‘Are you some kind of god of sex?’ Flick asked. ‘You can give women multiple orgasms simply by looking at them. You have a super-powered penis that sends all women into some kind of erotic frenzy. You’ve slept with one woman from the town who nearly died from multiple orgasms and now everyone wants a piece of you.’
Luke’s cheeks flushed adorably. God, she really liked this man.
‘That’s it, isn’t it?’ Flick teased. ‘You really are a god of sex?’
‘I’m pretty sure all the women I’ve been with had a good time, I made sure of that, but I don’t think anyone has ever called me a god of sex before. Just the regular, good kind of sex.’
She smirked at him downplaying his sexual capabilities. Any other man would have bragged about his sexual prowess. It was like Luke didn’t know the rules of flirting. ‘Surely this is your opportunity to say something like,Baby I will rock your world, not tell me your sex is the normal, regular kind.’
‘Ah yes. Of course.’ He cleared his throat. ‘Yes, I’m a god of sex, that’s why everyone wants to be with me. And if me and you ever get down to the, umm… rumpy-pumpy we’ll be swinging from the chandeliers. How’s that?’
Flick nodded, trying and failing to suppress her laughter.
‘That was too much, wasn’t it?’ Luke said.
The laughter burst out into a snort. ‘Rumpy-pumpy?’
‘Well what am I supposed to call it?’
‘Here, let me show you.’ Flick pushed him up against the wall and ran a finger down the collar of his t-shirt touching the bare skin of his chest. ‘When we make love for the first time, you’ll be begging for mercy,’ she said, softly.
He looked genuinely terrified.
‘Wasthattoo much?’ Flick said, letting him go.
He cleared his throat. ‘No… umm… a little.’
‘It was better than offering to have rumpy-pumpy with someone,’ Flick huffed.
‘I’ll give you that.’
There was the sound of someone clearing their throat, and they both looked up to see Polly watching them.
‘Sorry, did I come at a bad time?’
‘No, sorry we were just…’ Flick trailed off. ‘We were just messing around. This is not… We’re not—’
‘Thanks for coming,’ Luke said, smoothly.
Since when was he the smooth one? Unless Polly was his type. Flick felt a stab of disappointment at that thought but quickly recovered herself. Having Polly here was for the greater good, even if that meant that Polly and Luke would be the ones swinging from the chandeliers.
‘Let me show you around,’ Flick said.
She moved into the café. ‘Well this is the main area, seating for up to forty people. Behind the counter we have a… coffee machine.’ Flick gestured to the great big monster of a machine. She had never worked in catering but even she could see this thing was old and dated. ‘Umm, various cake cabinets.’ Which definitely needed replacing. ‘And through here is the kitchen and…’ she trailed off when she saw the extent of the kitchen was a small seventies-style oven with built-in grill, a microwave and a toaster.
‘Whatever you need to make this work, we can get,’ Luke said, his eyes widening as he took in the lack of facilities for the first time. ‘We can get everything cleaned or repainted. We had plans to replace the countertops and the tables and chairs but you tell us what you want and we’ll get it sorted.’
To Flick’s surprise, Polly didn’t look disgusted or horrified. She looked excited. Flick smiled, recognising that look. It was the look she’d had a few minutes before when looking around the gift shop and seeing its potential, excited for what she could make it. And with Luke’s offer of getting whatever Polly needed or wanted, Flick knew this was in the bag.
Polly rearranged her face into something more professional. ‘This place needs a lot of work.’
‘I know,’ Luke said, sadly, clearly not realising that Polly had already decided she was going to do it. ‘It’s been closed for so long and the lack of facilities was a bone of contention for the last chef, which is why he left. But I figured you were used to working in much smaller conditions in your van with the bare minimum of facilities so if anyone was going to make this work, it was going to be you.’
Polly smiled at that.
‘If I’m going to do this, I have a list of things I’d need,’ she said, pulling out her tablet from her bag.
