She lets out a soft moan as her lips part for my tongue, and we kiss hungrily, unable to get enough of each other.
“I wasn’t sure if you wanted to do this again,” she murmurs against my mouth.
Letting out a soft laugh, I tell her, “Not sure I can stop, even if I wanted to.”
“Do you want to?”
“Do you?”I throw back at her, knowing she’s got more to be worried about here.
She takes a deep breath, her fingers gripping the front of my jacket.“No,” she eventually whispers.“I mean, I meant what I said earlier, but no, I don’t want to stop either.”
Smiling now, I lean in and brush a soft kiss to her lips.“Neither do I,” I whisper, reaching for the desserts, which I hand back to her.“We’ll figure it out, but right now, we should get back to work.”
“Yes, boss,” she says playfully.
I give her a light smack on the ass as she walks past me, which earns me a cheeky smirk that makes my blood heat.God, I don’t know what it is about this woman, but I don’t think I’ve ever reacted to someone like I have with her.
When she leaves the cold room, I grab what I came for before walking back outside, glancing briefly at the dessert station before making my way back to the stove and the pile of orders that have accumulated in the short time I was gone.
Moving the pan back onto the flame, I get back to doing what I’m here to do, which is cook.And not think about my sexy as fuck sous chef and how much I’d like to strip her naked and have my way with her.
The rest of the night passes without any drama.I’m kept busy with orders and making sure everyone knows what they’re doing.I check in with Hannah a couple of times, but it’s quick and all business as I make sure she’s cool with the desserts she’s making and how everything works.
There’s no doubt she’s been taught well.She’s a quick learner too, easily picking up the recipes we’re running here and at Apple Jacks.Combine that with the awesome work she’s been doing with the catering side of things, and I really do owe Dylan big time for suggesting his sister for the job in the first place.
Without mentioning the whole wanting to hook up with his sister part, of course.I’m not quite sure what he’d think about that.
“Okay and we’re clear!”comes the call from Michelle, the head server when she pokes her head through the door, which is followed by a cheer from the kitchen staff.
Smiling, I switch off the burners as I start piling up the pans to wash.Everyone works quickly and efficiently, all of us dying for that post-work drink we’ve been waiting all week for.I walk into the wash area to drop off the pans before making the rounds of the kitchen to check everyone is okay.
When I get to the dessert station, I smile at the fact that Hannah is already done and wiping down the counters.
“Impressive,” I say, leaning my hip against the counter, arms crossed over my chest as I watch her.
She flashes me a smile.“Just doing my job.”
Chuckling, I push off the counter.“You staying for a drink?”
She pauses, looking up at me, a small smile on her face and a question in her eyes, as though she’s wondering whether she should.
“Stay for a drink,” I say, quieter now.
“Okay,” she says with a nod.
“Good,” I reply, before heading back to my office to close out the admin things I need to take care of.
By the time I’m done, the cleaning is finished and everyone is outside at the bar enjoying their drinks.The Apple Jacks crew have also come down and I throw my jacket over my desk and head out there to join them.
Heading behind the bar, I grab a pint of the new wheat beer we have on tap, my eyes scanning the room for Hannah.She’s sitting down at the end of the bar, laughing and chatting with another one of our sous chefs, Jamie, who kind of looks like he’s trying to flirt with her.
Before I even have a chance to feel jealous, Hannah glances up, meets my gaze and gives me a quick wink before turning back to whatever it is Jamie is saying to her.It’s enough to make my heart pound in my chest and I’m about to walk over and stake my claim with her when someone nudges my shoulder.
“Hey, you good?”
I turn and see Tom standing beside me, a beer in his hand as he quietly observes the room.“Hey, yeah, all good.What are you doing here?”
As much as the Saturday night drinks invite is open to everyone, we don’t get many of the other staff joining us regularly, having finished their jobs long before we have.Tommy shrugs, taking a sip of his beer as he says, “They had a bachelorette party in the tasting room, was helping Pen out.”
