A Chef's Sacrifice
“Might I suggest my new favorite pizza inspired by the subtle palate of the Japanese?” He knew octopus on pizza was not everyone’s cup of tea, but something told him it was the right choice for her.
Shayna looked him up and down shamelessly as if it were he that was the pizza she was here to taste.
“I’d love that. Surprise me,” she dared before continuing on the perusal of his form. “You are in good shape for a chef, Mr. Shuter. Your kind is often a bit more...corpulent,” she said with what was undoubtedly a mischievous smile.
The look she gave him immediately sent fantasies flying through his mind of what it would be like to slowly remove that black dress, letting the straps fall down over her shoulders. He swore she could read his mind, for she was now looking him in eye with a knowing smile, and those thin lips parted suggestively.
“I like to stay active, I guess,” he replied, kicking himself for the lack of wit in his reply. “Anyway, I’ll get to the pizza myself immediately, and it’s on the house,” he said.
“Why that’s very kind of you, Sam,” she flirted, switching effortlessly to his first name. “I do hope the chef extraordinaire will be serving me too?”
“Naturally,” Sam replied, using all of his strength to remain composed in the face of the fire of lust burning inside him.
“But Sam,” she stopped him as he turned to leave. “If it’s okay with you, I’d love to pick the brain of a culinary genius like you. Would you join me?”
The fire roared further up his torso, engulfing his heart. “But of course, I’d be honored. You enjoy your wine, I won’t be long.”
She nodded with an approving (or was it seducing) smile and went back to sipping on her wine, crossing her legs again in the fine black dress and admiring some of the old forge fittings on the wall.