“We really do have nothing in common,” I say on a dry laugh.

“Absolutely nothing at all,” she agrees, clinking her wine glass to mine and taking a sip. “Cheers to that.”

“So…you liking your first experience with home-cooked gourmet?”

She nods enthusiastically. “I’m actually shocked. I mean, I’ve had decent food before but…this is great. No wonder you’re a billionaire.”

“I bet I could make a foodie out of you.” I nudge her playfully. “I’d have fun doing it, too. Watching every single new taste absolutely blow your mind. You’re like…a food virgin.”

She laughs, looking down at her plate. “I guess I am like a food virgin. What’s this stuff?”

“Garlic herb butter.” I raise a brow. “I gave you a little extra.”

“It’s fucking incredible. I want to bathe in it.”

“See?” I gesture at her, laughing. “Food virgin.”

“Actually…” Jenna takes a small bite of potatoes, drawing back with surprise, yet again, at how good they are. “Speaking of that… I sort of have a proposition for you.”

Curiosity and intrigue mingles with the attraction already burning in my mind and body. She has a proposition for me? Something tells me this is going to be kinda dangerous. And something also tells me I’m gonna have a really hard time saying no.

“Okay.” I shift my body on the barstool so I’m turned to completely face her. “Hit me.”

“Would you…attempt…” She swallows, biting her lip and keeping those sinfully gorgeous, massive eyes fixed on me. “To teach me how to cook?”

I bite back a laugh, raising my brows with surprise as I wonder if I’m actually hearing her right.

Teach her how to cook? The girl who doesn’t know the difference between marinade and marmalade and thinks butter can’t go in a pan?

“Wow,” I say slowly, a smile spreading across my face as I study her adorably jittery expression. “That lamb really got to you, didn’t it?”

She wrinkles her nose and shoots me a look. “It’s damn good, I’ll say that. But…seriously. Would you consider it? Just, like, the basics,” Jenna says quickly, waving her hands. “And also some of the…not so basics. The gourmet stuff, too…if you could…” Her voice trails off as she looks at me, eagerly anticipating my response.

I’ve never been overly fond of giving cooking lessons to, well, anyone. I’ve always found that’s it’s just so much easier and more efficient and honestly just better if I cook myself. My brothers have a running joke about my complete inability to show anyone how to do anything in the kitchen without physically taking it from them and doing it myself.

I can’t help it. I’m an awful teacher. And I like to control everything happening in the kitchen at all times.

But…the way she flashes those deep, brown eyes and her soft, sexy lips part in just the most delicately delicious way.

A couple little lessons won’t hurt.

“You want me to take your food virginity.” I wet my bottom lip, giving her a playful look.

Something in the back of my mind tries to stop me, asking what the ever-loving hell am I getting myself into. But I ignore it.

Jenna bites back a laugh. “Would you stop with the sex analogies? I’m being for real. I cannot screw up my position as head chef at casa de cash, and I really need to know my shit before this investors dinner.”

I lightly tap my fork on the edge of my plate as I consider this. The insanely hot and adorably sweet professional dancer next door wants me to teach her how to cook.

“Please, Clay.” She furrows her brow a bit, accentuating the depth of those magnificent eyes.

Is she giving me puppy dog eyes? And even worse…is it actually working?

“I know you’re busy, we could do it at night when you’re done working.” She places a gentle hand on my forearm, her fingertips sending a jolt of attraction through me, making me wish I could feel her hands all over.

That’s not the only thing we could do at night.

She has to be thinking it, too.

“Well…” I run a hand through my hair, trying to force myself to remember that this girl is very likely going to be on a plane to God knows where in a month or so. I’ve known for a while that I’m ready to find my wife. I also know it sure as hell isn’t going to be the world-touring dancer who wouldn’t know a good remoulade if it bit her in the ass.

But…screw it. I can have a little fun.

“I have been missing spending a lot of time in the kitchen…” I say slowly.

“See?” She shoves my arm excitedly. “You’d get to cook more because you’d be teaching me. It’s a win-win.” Her wide grin is impossible to resist.

“All right, Jenna Harper.” I narrow my gaze and take in the breathtaking hottie who I’m about to start spending a considerable amount of time with. “I’ll teach you how to cook.”

“Yes!” She leans over and throws her arms around my shoulders, giving me a tight squeeze. “I’m a quick learner, I promise. And if there’s ever any way I can repay you…” She draws back, her eyes flashing with something undeniably sexy. “Just let me know.”

I draw in a breath, gently twirling a strand of her silky hair between my fingers as sizzling sparks fly between us.

“I’m sure I can think of something.”

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