passed and the first men come waltzing in, I’ve made fresh biscuits, bacon, sausage, eggs and pan-fried potatoes.
I even threw together a quick pancake batter and have a pile of the little devils sitting on the table, oozing butter and maple syrup.
“Whoooeee, Miss Dotty, this sure does look fine. Godang it, I haven’t eaten a good meal in months since Tory brought one of his girlfriends to the bunkhouse and she cooked for us.”
I’m not sure about all their names as yet so I just smile and grab a plate to keep for Paul as the men start chowing down. The satisfaction I feel as they keep humming and throwing compliments at me has me blushing and feeling so great, it’s like a letdown when Mr. Grumpy Face stomps in and seems to bring rain clouds with him.
“What the hell are you assholes doing in my house eating my food?”
I cringe, thinking they’ll all just jump up and run like I want to, but I should know by now that men don’t react that way. They all just shrug and keep stuffing their faces while Jules flips Paul the bird and grabs the last of the bacon.
Thank God I grabbed some for me and Paul or I’m sure they’d all be dead the way his eyes blaze when he sees all the food gone.
“Here, grumpy ass, I saved you a plate,” I huff, slamming the plate down where he’s sitting glaring at the men.
That gets him all bright and chipper and I even accept his dazzling smile when I hand him coffee and sit down to eat my own breakfast.
“God, this is fucking phenomenal.”
“Yeah, I know,” I say around a mouthful of potatoes.
Even I moan when the taste bursts onto my tongue and the buttery goodness oozes down my throat. I cook like a pro, I ain’t going to dispute that or act all humble. That’s not me. I may be timid and prefer the shadows, but I have many talents and this is my favorite one. Feeding ingrates who love to eat.
Paul finally finishes as they’re talking about the work to be done and I look up to see him grinning at me.
“No wonder your business took off so fast, this is better than anything I’ve ever tasted. Anything that’s food, at least,” he drawls, making me blush when his eyes go down towards my lap with a slow lick to his lips.
“Awww shit, does that mean this fine little lady is taken?” one of the guys groans and I find myself giggling like a schoolgirl when Paul growls and throws him a threatening glare.
“Yes, so hands off, and keep your eyeballs off her if you want to keep them, fool.”
I should be embarrassed and totally deny his claim since he’s been a meanie and jerk since yesterday afternoon, but when those brown eyes swing back to mine and heat, I suddenly do not care one whit about it.
“We gotta go. Thanks so much for this, Miss Dotty. We sure appreciate you having us over for this fine meal,” Jules says gruffly, rising to get the others going.
“You’re welcome, Jules. Dinner?”
When they’re all out, after agreeing despite Paul’s scowl, it’s just us at the table. I suddenly feel all awkward again.
“You shouldn’t feed those ingrates, they’re like strays. Once they eat here they’ll keep turning up and you’ll be nothing but a freaking cook on call.”
I ignore that and raise a brow, not quite sure now that we’re alone that I even want to talk to him. Stupid man. I go out of my way to do something nice, he shits all over it, and now he wants to banter?
“Dotty?”
“What?”
I’m already up and clearing the dishes when I feel him come up behind me to place the plates on the counter and crowd into me from behind.
I can feel his breath on my neck and the hard proof of his arousal digging into my back, and I want to turn and kiss him so badly it hurts when I force myself to stay still and not respond.
“Are you mad at me, baby?”
Oh, those soft lips land at my nape and I start tingling all over from the contact, my breasts going heavy and swollen even as my clit starts beating a harsh message of lust between my
I even threw together a quick pancake batter and have a pile of the little devils sitting on the table, oozing butter and maple syrup.
“Whoooeee, Miss Dotty, this sure does look fine. Godang it, I haven’t eaten a good meal in months since Tory brought one of his girlfriends to the bunkhouse and she cooked for us.”
I’m not sure about all their names as yet so I just smile and grab a plate to keep for Paul as the men start chowing down. The satisfaction I feel as they keep humming and throwing compliments at me has me blushing and feeling so great, it’s like a letdown when Mr. Grumpy Face stomps in and seems to bring rain clouds with him.
“What the hell are you assholes doing in my house eating my food?”
I cringe, thinking they’ll all just jump up and run like I want to, but I should know by now that men don’t react that way. They all just shrug and keep stuffing their faces while Jules flips Paul the bird and grabs the last of the bacon.
Thank God I grabbed some for me and Paul or I’m sure they’d all be dead the way his eyes blaze when he sees all the food gone.
“Here, grumpy ass, I saved you a plate,” I huff, slamming the plate down where he’s sitting glaring at the men.
That gets him all bright and chipper and I even accept his dazzling smile when I hand him coffee and sit down to eat my own breakfast.
“God, this is fucking phenomenal.”
“Yeah, I know,” I say around a mouthful of potatoes.
Even I moan when the taste bursts onto my tongue and the buttery goodness oozes down my throat. I cook like a pro, I ain’t going to dispute that or act all humble. That’s not me. I may be timid and prefer the shadows, but I have many talents and this is my favorite one. Feeding ingrates who love to eat.
Paul finally finishes as they’re talking about the work to be done and I look up to see him grinning at me.
“No wonder your business took off so fast, this is better than anything I’ve ever tasted. Anything that’s food, at least,” he drawls, making me blush when his eyes go down towards my lap with a slow lick to his lips.
“Awww shit, does that mean this fine little lady is taken?” one of the guys groans and I find myself giggling like a schoolgirl when Paul growls and throws him a threatening glare.
“Yes, so hands off, and keep your eyeballs off her if you want to keep them, fool.”
I should be embarrassed and totally deny his claim since he’s been a meanie and jerk since yesterday afternoon, but when those brown eyes swing back to mine and heat, I suddenly do not care one whit about it.
“We gotta go. Thanks so much for this, Miss Dotty. We sure appreciate you having us over for this fine meal,” Jules says gruffly, rising to get the others going.
“You’re welcome, Jules. Dinner?”
When they’re all out, after agreeing despite Paul’s scowl, it’s just us at the table. I suddenly feel all awkward again.
“You shouldn’t feed those ingrates, they’re like strays. Once they eat here they’ll keep turning up and you’ll be nothing but a freaking cook on call.”
I ignore that and raise a brow, not quite sure now that we’re alone that I even want to talk to him. Stupid man. I go out of my way to do something nice, he shits all over it, and now he wants to banter?
“Dotty?”
“What?”
I’m already up and clearing the dishes when I feel him come up behind me to place the plates on the counter and crowd into me from behind.
I can feel his breath on my neck and the hard proof of his arousal digging into my back, and I want to turn and kiss him so badly it hurts when I force myself to stay still and not respond.
“Are you mad at me, baby?”
Oh, those soft lips land at my nape and I start tingling all over from the contact, my breasts going heavy and swollen even as my clit starts beating a harsh message of lust between my
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