Leo motions for me to sit down and I pull out a chair as he brings a plate over to the table.It smells amazing and before he can tell me what it is, I recognize it.
“Steak au Poivre?”
“Yes, one of my favorites.”
“My best friend just told me she’s moving to France today, so it feels very fitting,” I tell him as he sits down, his own plate in front of him.
“That sounds a little disappointing,” he replies.
“It is, but it isn’t.She’s a chef too.”
“Ah, France, yes then.”
He gets it.It’s a place that most chefs have either worked or dreamed of working.I wonder if he studied at all in France.I’m sure he did given his skill level.
“How about you?Have you been?”I ask.
“I have.I went quite often actually.Both my parents are chefs and worked some pretty high-level jobs, so as a kid I lived there for a bit.”
“Really.You come from a family of chefs then, huh?”
“I do, but I worked really hard to distance myself from it.I didn’t want people thinking I used my parents’ name to get ahead in this industry.”
“I get that,” I say, taking a bite of the steak and moaning out loud.
“And this is why I became a chef,” Leo says, a possessive growl to his words.“Hearing you moan like that at something I made is up there with sex.”
“And knowing a man who looks like you can cook like this is up there with sex too.”I wink at him, the tension in the room going up a few notches.“But I imagine you’re going to be able to make me do a whole lot more than moan with that mouth of yours.”
“Oh, Hannah, I’ve got big plans after we finish eating.I’m thinking I’ll be having you for dessert.”
Chapter Twelve
Leo
Hannah looks back at me with a sexy as hell smile on her face and a wicked gleam in her eye and fuck me if it doesn’t take every ounce of effort I have not to sweep everything off this table and lay her back on it so I can finally get inside her.
“Is that so?”she says, a playful tone in her voice.
“Maybe,” I say with a wink, even though it was one hundred percent so.
“Maybe,” she murmurs with a laugh, taking another bite of the steak.Her eyes close as she chews, and I swear this woman makes everything look sexy.When she finally swallows, she opens her eyes and looks at me.“So how long have you been working at Somerville’s for?”
The change in subject makes me laugh and I drag my eyes away from her as I go back to my dinner.“Since a couple of months before Apple Jacks opened,” I tell her.“Probably the same time as Dylan.”
“And living here?”she asks, waving her fork around.
“The same.The job and place were offered as a package deal.”
Hannah’s eyes widen a little, her fork pausing halfway to her mouth.“Wow, that’s awesome.”
“Like I said, Ellen, Lauren and Jack are really great people to work for.”
She nods in agreement as she takes another bite of her steak.“Yeah, they really are,” she says, that playful tone now gone.I study her, wondering what she’s thinking about and why the mood suddenly feels like it’s shifted.Just as I’m about to ask, she blurts out, “How do they feel about workplace hook ups?”
“What?”
Hannah meets my gaze, hers serious as she repeats, “Workplace hook ups?”She gestures between us with her fork.
