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food.”
“Good,” Jaxen smiles back then drives off.
We arrive at the restaurant and received a hesitant look when we entered but after Jaxen gave his name, the host snaps to attention. We are seated immediately in a booth on the far side of the room under the soft glow of an over-head lamp. The entire restaurant has a cavernous feel to it, with all its rich brown décor and dimly lit atmosphere. The host moves the table back and I slide in. Jaxen slides in after me and sits so close that his cologne invades my nose and I fight to keep from swooning.
“Mr. Jaxen, I am Carlo. Your father insisted he choose your menu. We are aware of Miss Kimber’s allergy to shellfish and I assure you none will be anywhere near any of your courses,” the host says then snaps his fingers. Immediately a waiter runs over and pours our wine. “This is Marco, young couple, and he will be your very attentive waiter this evening. Please relax and enjoy Giuseppe’s Italian. Your first course will arrive in a moment.”
Jaxen smiles at me when they leave us alone. “It’s always been great to have a well-known food critic for a father. When it’s known, of course.”
I laugh. “ I can’t wait to try his choices. It’s certainly been quite the experience the couple of times Samantha and I have been out with him and they realize who he is.”
Jaxen nods. “John Williams, food critic, commands respect but John Malloy, husband and father, can come and go as he pleases. Thank God only a slim few know him by face.”
So true. When we’ve dined with John Malloy, there was no ass-kissing or preamble. We got our food and was out of there. Twice I’ve dined with ‘John Williams’ and those experiences were completely different. The first time, it felt totally uncomfortable to be stared at while eating. I mean they took gawking beyond its definition. That’s when John introduced me to Eating 101, and now, outside of fast food, I approach my food the way he showed me.
The first course arrived and the waiter smiled as he set it down. “This is Formaggio with spinach, artichoke hearts and roasted red peppers. Buon appetito !”
I studied the food in front of me, approaching it in the same way I’d witnessed Jaxen’s father sample food when he eats in a restaurant. When I decided I liked the presentation, I deeply inhaled. It made my mouth water.
Jaxen just picked up his knife and bread, looking like he was about to attack his food. I quickly reached out and stopped him.
“Stop! Hasn’t being your father’s son taught you anything, Jaxen?”
He laughed. “Oh, God… not you, too!”
“Yes, me too! Take a moment and appreciate what the chef has done for you. Look at his creation before you eat. Smell and try to decipher the spices and herbs. Then actually taste the food,” I say as I take another long whiff.
Jaxen shrugs then smells. “Mmm. It’s making my stomach rumble more, baby.”
“Then it’s appealing to more of your senses. Use them when you eat. You’ve done sight, then smell. Now taste and feel. Take a small bite and allow it to dance on your tongue.”
I spread the dip on a piece of bread and I watched Jaxen as I took a small bite and let it linger on my tongue then softly and slowly chewed. I sigh closing my eyes in complete heaven. John can choose my food any time, I think as I swallow.
“Mm. I can taste garlic and basil. Oh, and Romano cheese. Go ahead, Jaxen. Taste how wonderful it is.”
I startle when I feel Jaxen’s lips on mine and kiss him back thoroughly, gripping his thick brown hair.
“I taste it all ,” Jaxen whispers when he finally releases me. “That’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted in my life.”
My fingers go to my swollen lips and I blush fire as I look around the restaurant. Jaxen smiles at me then takes a deliberate bite of his of his dip, starting at me as he slowly chews. I stare at his lips while we eat, wanting them back on mine and just as I am about to lean in, the
“Good,” Jaxen smiles back then drives off.
We arrive at the restaurant and received a hesitant look when we entered but after Jaxen gave his name, the host snaps to attention. We are seated immediately in a booth on the far side of the room under the soft glow of an over-head lamp. The entire restaurant has a cavernous feel to it, with all its rich brown décor and dimly lit atmosphere. The host moves the table back and I slide in. Jaxen slides in after me and sits so close that his cologne invades my nose and I fight to keep from swooning.
“Mr. Jaxen, I am Carlo. Your father insisted he choose your menu. We are aware of Miss Kimber’s allergy to shellfish and I assure you none will be anywhere near any of your courses,” the host says then snaps his fingers. Immediately a waiter runs over and pours our wine. “This is Marco, young couple, and he will be your very attentive waiter this evening. Please relax and enjoy Giuseppe’s Italian. Your first course will arrive in a moment.”
Jaxen smiles at me when they leave us alone. “It’s always been great to have a well-known food critic for a father. When it’s known, of course.”
I laugh. “ I can’t wait to try his choices. It’s certainly been quite the experience the couple of times Samantha and I have been out with him and they realize who he is.”
Jaxen nods. “John Williams, food critic, commands respect but John Malloy, husband and father, can come and go as he pleases. Thank God only a slim few know him by face.”
So true. When we’ve dined with John Malloy, there was no ass-kissing or preamble. We got our food and was out of there. Twice I’ve dined with ‘John Williams’ and those experiences were completely different. The first time, it felt totally uncomfortable to be stared at while eating. I mean they took gawking beyond its definition. That’s when John introduced me to Eating 101, and now, outside of fast food, I approach my food the way he showed me.
The first course arrived and the waiter smiled as he set it down. “This is Formaggio with spinach, artichoke hearts and roasted red peppers. Buon appetito !”
I studied the food in front of me, approaching it in the same way I’d witnessed Jaxen’s father sample food when he eats in a restaurant. When I decided I liked the presentation, I deeply inhaled. It made my mouth water.
Jaxen just picked up his knife and bread, looking like he was about to attack his food. I quickly reached out and stopped him.
“Stop! Hasn’t being your father’s son taught you anything, Jaxen?”
He laughed. “Oh, God… not you, too!”
“Yes, me too! Take a moment and appreciate what the chef has done for you. Look at his creation before you eat. Smell and try to decipher the spices and herbs. Then actually taste the food,” I say as I take another long whiff.
Jaxen shrugs then smells. “Mmm. It’s making my stomach rumble more, baby.”
“Then it’s appealing to more of your senses. Use them when you eat. You’ve done sight, then smell. Now taste and feel. Take a small bite and allow it to dance on your tongue.”
I spread the dip on a piece of bread and I watched Jaxen as I took a small bite and let it linger on my tongue then softly and slowly chewed. I sigh closing my eyes in complete heaven. John can choose my food any time, I think as I swallow.
“Mm. I can taste garlic and basil. Oh, and Romano cheese. Go ahead, Jaxen. Taste how wonderful it is.”
I startle when I feel Jaxen’s lips on mine and kiss him back thoroughly, gripping his thick brown hair.
“I taste it all ,” Jaxen whispers when he finally releases me. “That’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted in my life.”
My fingers go to my swollen lips and I blush fire as I look around the restaurant. Jaxen smiles at me then takes a deliberate bite of his of his dip, starting at me as he slowly chews. I stare at his lips while we eat, wanting them back on mine and just as I am about to lean in, the
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