Free Seducing the Sexy Celebrity Chef by Giselle Renarde Page A

fantasy of showering with the chef. 
“Thanks for coming.”
     
    “Oh, but… sorry, I don’t want to
cause any trouble…”
     
    “Hey, now.” Chef Burley walked over,
looking supremely concerned.  “What’s the trouble?  Sally, was it?”
     
    Holly couldn’t believe he remembered
her name… even if it was the wrong name.  She told him about the mistake, and
saw genuine concern in his face.  He said he’d correct the error.  If she gave
him her address, he’d send her autographed copies of all his books.
     
    Holly couldn’t help herself.  She
sprung up from the chair and wrapped her arms around his neck, saying, “Thank
you, Chef.”
     
    Once she’d pressed her body against
his, she couldn’t move.  Her breast swelled against the solid plane of his
chest.  Her whole body felt full, warm and tingling.  She just wanted him to… take
her .
     
    “I can finish up here,” Chef Burley
shouted to his staff.  “Good job, everyone.  You can be off now.”
     
    Holly tucked her head against the
chef’s shoulder while they left.  She knew exactly what those people were
thinking, and it wasn’t complimentary.  But, oh, the scent of Chef Burley’s
skin sent her to heaven. The smell of a clean man, mixed with cloves and hearty
meats, made her want to lick him all over.
     
    “Now, then,” he said once the place
had cleared out.  “How do you like my new restaurant?  It hasn’t launched just
yet.”
     
    “It’s nice.”  Holly could feel his
breath on her cheek, and it made her weak.  “Chef, I love your show.  Some of
my friends say you’re mean when you’re helping other cooks, but I know it’s
your passion talking.  You really care about people, even people you’ve just
met.”
     
    “That’s very true.”  He pressed his
large hands into the small of her back, holding her against his big body.  “I
care about you , for instance.”
     
    Holly jerked her head back, feeling
her cheeks flush.  “You don’t.  You’re only saying that.”
     
    “The world is full of liars,” Chef
Burley said, looking boldly into her eyes.  “I’m not one of them.”
     
    Before she could say another word,
his lips were on hers.  He pressed his mouth firmly to her mouth while he ran
one hand all the way up her back.  It settled at the base of her head, warming
her neck as it caught her hair.  She was so stunned she didn’t react, at
first.  When she felt his tongue prying open her teeth, she felt sixteen
again—never been kissed.
     
    Despite her innocent reluctance,
Chef Burley’s hot tongue found its way inside her mouth.  This was high romance
mixed with sheer heat.  It was a fairy tale that wouldn’t involve just a magic
kiss—it would end with him tearing her clothes off and fucking her hard without
leaving this gorgeous restaurant.  She hoped the last person out had locked the
front door.
     
    Holly kissed the chef madly,
climbing him like a tree.  She should be ashamed of herself, but she wasn’t. 
When would she ever get another opportunity like this?
     
    “You’re my fantasy,” she panted
while he kissed the length of her neck.  “I watch you on TV and imagine you in
my bed.  I bet all the girls tell you that.”
     
    “I don’t care about all the girls,”
he growled.  “All I care about is you .”
     
    “You probably say that to everyone.”
     
    “I don’t say that to anyone.” 
Digging his fingers into her bottom, Chef Burley boosted Holly onto the table. 
“But believe what you will.”
     
    “Why me?” she asked.
     
    Rather than answering, he ripped
open her blouse. Holly shrieked as buttons flew across the dining room.  Her
bra was exposed, and her breasts swelled in the white lace cups.
     
    Chef Burley looked her straight in
the eye.  She believed him when he said, “I don’t know why, Holly.  From the
moment I saw you, I just… I don’t know.”
     
    As he went back to his fevered
exploration, her whole body ached for his