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to turn the heat down under the pan of pork chops. Kevin had leaned around me to slide them over to another burner while I failed miserably at trying to figure out the knobs for the stovetop. His fingers had covered mine, calming me down by deftly adjusting the flame. Crisis averted, he’d walked away, leaving me confused, frustrated, but still in possession of my eyebrows and a massive lady boner. I was hot for my teacher. The pork chops could go to hell.
    Kevin walked to the front of the room at the beginning of the third class. We all suited up in our fancy-schmancy aprons while anxiously waiting for him to spin the chalkboard around that would tell us what we’d be making tonight. He was rather sadistic in that regard. It was always a surprise, I suppose so we couldn’t practice ahead of time, as if that would ever happen. Or maybe he just liked seeing the abject horror on some of our faces when the big reveal came.
    He flipped the chalkboard over. I read the intimidating words “Artichoke Soufflé,” and before I could perform the rare task of censoring myself, I blurted, “Oh, now you’re just fucking with us.”
    Kevin froze, his dark eyes boring holes through my head, before slowly crossing his arms over his chest like some pissed-off drill sergeant in front of a lowly private.
    Oops.
    His gaze drifted down to my chest, stopping on the spot where I’d used a blue Sharpie to add the word “Me” behind “Bite,” the name of his restaurant. His eyes flicked back up to my face, staying there as he announced, “Class is cancelled tonight, ladies.”
    It was my turn for my jaw to drop. Damn, I’d made him so angry he was kicking us all out? Remorse flooded through me while my face grew so flushed I thought my skin might melt off.
    My classmates openly expressed their annoyance with my big mouth. If looks could cut through flesh, I would’ve been julienned. See, I was learning something . But then Kevin shut them up by adding, “I’ll extend the classes to compensate for tonight’s cancellation.”
    He kept staring at me while everyone else filed out of the room, still mumbling angrily in my direction. I couldn’t move. I don’t think he meant for me to move. I owed him an apology, and perhaps I was owed a butt-chewing for being so disrespectful. Typical Elle: always letting her mouth get her ass into trouble.
    Kevin strolled over to where I stood, his face void of emotion.
    When I made to untie my apron, his hand quickly caught my wrists behind my back, stopping me. My heart kicked into overdrive. Using one fingertip, he traced the embroidered name of his restaurant across my right breast.
    “You don’t like my restaurant, Miss Connor?”
    “I couldn’t say since the waiting list to get in is six months long.”
    One side of his mouth curved up. “This is true.”
    His finger lingered, and I tried to swallow the nervous lump in my throat. “I think you can call me by my first name now, seeing as how you’re touching my boob. That puts us a little past formality, don’t you think?”
    He made a noise of what I thought was agreement in his throat, and then his eyes snapped up to mine. “Want me to stop?”
    Well now, that was a loaded question if I’d ever heard one. But still, one I could answer rather easily, and with a disgusting lack of morals or shame. Oh yes, for him, I could be just that easy.
    “No, I don’t.”
    He did though, dammit, and turned me around so that he could untie the apron and lift it from around my neck.
    “Nice necklace.” He spun me back to face him. His hand came up to rest on my throat, just beneath the string of candy beads. My pulse beat so hard there, he had to feel it against his palm. “Sadly, I think the effort was wasted.”
    “I still got a kick out of it.”
    “So did I. Despite what you might think, I like you, Elle.” He pulled me closer to whisper in my ear, “I lust after you too.”
    A deep shudder rippled through me. I had to give him props for