The Zombie Billionaire's Virgin Witch (Zombie Category Romance) by Joely Sue Burkhart Page A

replaced by a so-called chef with
no formal training.  In fact, the poor man had practically wept with joy
when Yiorgos told him he was relieved from duty.  He’d be on the first
plane back east in the morning.
    “So
you’re telling me all these people just happened to drive by, smelled the
famous Remy dishes, and came stampeding in for a taste?”
    “Something
like that.”  Her lush voice came from behind him, low and quiet yet
echoing with a hint of laughter that wriggled its way into his belly and heated
his entire body.
    He
turned around slowly and swept an assessing gaze over her from head to
foot.  She’d dressed simply since she’d obviously be in the kitchen
working in the heat and mess that came along with a dinner rush.  Although
she only wore jeans and a plain white T-shirt, she looked absolutely stunning.
    Oh,
not in a flashy model sort of way, but the jeans encased her shapely thighs and
ample bottom, making him think of all sorts of inappropriate activity. 
Her cheeks were pink from the heat in the kitchen, her hair damp, tendrils and
wisps escaping to hang about her face.  And while that shirt might only be
plain cotton and not silk, it clung to her breasts, and yes, they were as lush
and ripe as he’d suspected.
    Earthy
and sensual, she looked sweaty, touseled, and well loved.
    The
little witch dared to wet her lips.  “Don’t you feel it?” 
    He
started, wondering if she knew he was seriously thinking about dragging her
back into the kitchen and kicking everyone out so he could sample those full,
tempting lips himself. 
    “After
last night, you ought to feel it,” she continued.  “Once you’ve tasted my
magic, you’re more sensitive to it.  That’s why all the old customers knew
to come back.  They felt the pull of Remy magic.”
    Yiorgos
ran a hand through his hair to keep from putting his hands on her, whether to
strangle, shake, or kiss her he couldn’t decide.  “Do you mean to tell me
you addicted me to your magic?”
    Up
went her chin to a haughty angle.  “That’s a rather harsh word, Mr.
Michelopoulos.  It’s not like that at all.”
    Fury
pulsed in him, dark and raw.  Now he was sure—if he put his hands on her,
he’d definitely strangle her.  The thought of her magic crawling around in
him, making him dependent, vulnerable…  He could barely speak through his
clenched teeth.  “You’re drugging my customers with magic—without their
knowledge—so they’ll want to come back for another hit.  No wonder Remy’s has been able to stay in business so long despite the location and size of the
building!  You’re nothing but a drug dealer, Ms. Remy.”
    When
Clare Remy got angry, her voice went even lower, vibrating with vicious
tension.  “How dare you insult and belittle what you can’t possibly
understand?”
    Thank
God she didn’t screech or shrill like a shrew.  He smiled, deliberately
curling his lip to antagonize her further.  “Why don’t you enlighten me,
then?  Tell me how you’re not taking advantage of these people? 
You’re like some kind of vampire, feeding off the oblivious citizens of this
little town!”
    “I
take nothing from them.”  Her shoulders quivered, but she fisted her hands
at her side and didn’t back down or turn away from the confrontation.  “In
fact, if anyone’s the vampire, it’s the people who come here and feed on my
magic.  Remember the cost we talked about earlier?  I pay that cost,
Mr. Michelopoulos.  I sweat and work in the kitchen like any of the rest
of your staff, but the magic takes its toll as well.  The only thing I get
from these people is the pleasure on their face when they taste something so
wonderful that they actually feel better.  Daddy used to swear he’d healed
people with his cooking alone and I didn’t believe him.”
    “I
guess you’re taking the old saying to heart,” Yiorgos drawled out, still
chaffing under the imagined yoke of this addiction.  Perhaps that’s why