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could convince her to change her mind, couldn’t I? I wasn’t sure. I didn’t want to come across desperate. I stood on the street corner and debated with myself for a while before turning around and heading to the bar. If I was going to spend the night alone, I might as well be drunk.
Beatrix
Instead of heading to the park, I walked back home. The truth was that Moreau had worn me out the night before, and even though my workday was short, it left me feeling exhausted. I didn’t get to cook a single dish. All day was spent scrubbing. I felt like Cinderella.
The day had brought one good tiding though. Watching Marcel’s world crumble as Moreau demoted him to scrubbing the dishes was amazing. Teaches him right for messing with me, I thought.
Marcel had no idea what he was doing, or did he? Did he understand that if his plan had worked that not only would I be unemployed, but no one would ever hire me? Moreau would not let me walk away from poisoning his customers without facing any consequences. Of course, compared to what would have happened to me, the consequences Marcel faced seemed trivial. He’d be back to work in a week. Why hadn’t Moreau fired him? I was starting to feel better about my decision to resist temptation and send Moreau off alone.
I’d tried to keep my cool with him earlier, but I was desperate to have him cook for me again or at least share a meal with him. He knew all the best restaurants in the city, and he could get us in anywhere. Then there was dessert. Would he take me to bed and have his way with me again?
The ghost of his touch on my skin sent a fresh chill through my body. I reminded myself that he needed to suffer a bit. A taste of his own medicine was exactly what he deserved. It was justice for all the women he’d wronged.
The problem with guys like Moreau is that they don’t understand the affect they have on women. He’s gorgeous, charming and amazing in bed. Guys like Moreau know how to make you feel special. When they inevitably disappear after getting what they want, it’s maddening. Men have no idea how it messes with your head. You start wondering what you did wrong. Was I too clingy? Did he think I was ugly naked? Did he find my personality unappealing? It’s a vicious cycle. Once those questions pop into your head it’s hard to stop them from replicating and consuming you.
Sleeping with Moreau felt dangerous. He was one of those guys- oblivious to the damage he left in his wake.
I reminded myself of the way he chased after me down the street. Okay, so maybe I wasn’t just a one night stand to him. Still, I couldn’t help thinking a large part of his attraction to me was the fact that I was playing hard to get.
Becoming involved with him was a mistake. There was the blond woman Gwen to consider. Moreau looked offended when I suggested she was his girlfriend. I wasn’t sure why. She was pretty and tall; she wore an expensive designer outfit and she financed the restaurant. Clearly she had money, looks and connections. She seemed like the kind of girl men go crazy for. Not Moreau apparently.
Gwen seemed territorial over him though. There was something there. I was sure of it. It was a matter to puzzle over later. I had the rest of the evening off and I was going to enjoy it.
I stopped at the farmer’s market and picked up some fresh fruit and vegetables. I was going to make a home cooked meal for once. It was criminal how little I ate at home, especially considering I was a chef. I was desperate to play around. I love experimenting with new recipes and ingredients.
As I laid my market haul out on the kitchen counter, a pang of loneliness hit me. I turned to look at my bed. The sheets were knotted and messy. There was an indention on the side of the bed Moreau had slept on last night. The idea of spending another night alone held little appeal. It had been a couple hours since I’d talked to Moreau. Had he suffered enough? No, but I was
Beatrix
Instead of heading to the park, I walked back home. The truth was that Moreau had worn me out the night before, and even though my workday was short, it left me feeling exhausted. I didn’t get to cook a single dish. All day was spent scrubbing. I felt like Cinderella.
The day had brought one good tiding though. Watching Marcel’s world crumble as Moreau demoted him to scrubbing the dishes was amazing. Teaches him right for messing with me, I thought.
Marcel had no idea what he was doing, or did he? Did he understand that if his plan had worked that not only would I be unemployed, but no one would ever hire me? Moreau would not let me walk away from poisoning his customers without facing any consequences. Of course, compared to what would have happened to me, the consequences Marcel faced seemed trivial. He’d be back to work in a week. Why hadn’t Moreau fired him? I was starting to feel better about my decision to resist temptation and send Moreau off alone.
I’d tried to keep my cool with him earlier, but I was desperate to have him cook for me again or at least share a meal with him. He knew all the best restaurants in the city, and he could get us in anywhere. Then there was dessert. Would he take me to bed and have his way with me again?
The ghost of his touch on my skin sent a fresh chill through my body. I reminded myself that he needed to suffer a bit. A taste of his own medicine was exactly what he deserved. It was justice for all the women he’d wronged.
The problem with guys like Moreau is that they don’t understand the affect they have on women. He’s gorgeous, charming and amazing in bed. Guys like Moreau know how to make you feel special. When they inevitably disappear after getting what they want, it’s maddening. Men have no idea how it messes with your head. You start wondering what you did wrong. Was I too clingy? Did he think I was ugly naked? Did he find my personality unappealing? It’s a vicious cycle. Once those questions pop into your head it’s hard to stop them from replicating and consuming you.
Sleeping with Moreau felt dangerous. He was one of those guys- oblivious to the damage he left in his wake.
I reminded myself of the way he chased after me down the street. Okay, so maybe I wasn’t just a one night stand to him. Still, I couldn’t help thinking a large part of his attraction to me was the fact that I was playing hard to get.
Becoming involved with him was a mistake. There was the blond woman Gwen to consider. Moreau looked offended when I suggested she was his girlfriend. I wasn’t sure why. She was pretty and tall; she wore an expensive designer outfit and she financed the restaurant. Clearly she had money, looks and connections. She seemed like the kind of girl men go crazy for. Not Moreau apparently.
Gwen seemed territorial over him though. There was something there. I was sure of it. It was a matter to puzzle over later. I had the rest of the evening off and I was going to enjoy it.
I stopped at the farmer’s market and picked up some fresh fruit and vegetables. I was going to make a home cooked meal for once. It was criminal how little I ate at home, especially considering I was a chef. I was desperate to play around. I love experimenting with new recipes and ingredients.
As I laid my market haul out on the kitchen counter, a pang of loneliness hit me. I turned to look at my bed. The sheets were knotted and messy. There was an indention on the side of the bed Moreau had slept on last night. The idea of spending another night alone held little appeal. It had been a couple hours since I’d talked to Moreau. Had he suffered enough? No, but I was
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