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But fortunately, they still accepted me, and here I am. With you, apparently,” he smirked.
    “Isn’t that convenient,” I joked. “Well, let’s get started.”
    The group and I worked for several hours, trying to master recipes and get the ratios just right. I kept my distance from Travis, not wanting to give him the wrong impression.
    “Here, let me help you,” Travis chimed in behind me while I reached on my tiptoes for the top shelf. I backed up and let him in front of me. His long arms had no problem reaching as he gracefully handed me the bowl I was searching for.
    “Thank you.” I nodded trying to keep a small distance between us.
    “No problem. Hey, t he others were talking about getting a drink after. Do you want to go with us?” he asked as I walked back to my station.
    “Sorry I can’t. I have to grab Stella after this and get her in for the night,” I responded hoping that was enough.
    “Oh okay, maybe another time then,” he smiled and walked the other way.
    Blakely approached me shortly after with a wide grin on her face. “Where the hell did that hottie come from?” She fanned her face as if she was hot.
    “Oh, Travis. We met a couple times before,” I answered quietly hoping he wouldn’t overhear Blakely and I talking about him.
    “Oh, please tell!” She sounded like an excited child.
    “We first met at a coffee house when we ran into one another and the screen on my phone busted. Then we ran into each other at the children’s museum over the weekend. He has a five year old son.” I was hoping she wouldn’t further the interrogation, so I slowly started to walk to the sink placing my bowls in.
    “Sooo… is he single?” she persisted.
    “As far as I know.”
    “Sweet.” She bit her lip and turned to stare at him. “Unless, you’re interested,” she glanced back at me.
    “No, he’s all yours.” I smiled and walked away.
    I was the last one in the kitchen when I heard the door swing open. I felt warm arms wrap around my waist, and soft lips nuzzle my neck. I moaned as I caught Drake’s scent.
    “This is a pleasant surprise.” I turned around and kissed his full lips. He grabbed my hips and lifted me up on the counter not letting go of his grip. He grabbed my face in for a deeper kiss and caressed his fingers through my hair. I smiled knowing we were in a public place and could be caught at any moment.
    He slowly unbuttoned my chef’s coat one by one. “You look very sexy in this,” he teased continuing to kiss down my neck and chest after each button had opened.
    “Oh this old thing?” I seduced, tugging on my collar.    
    He smirked and continued ripping my shirt off, exposing my naked skin. He continued as he moved his lips down to my neck kissing his way to my breast unsnapping my bra in the meantime. He rubbed my nipples between his fingers making them hard. I moaned in his ear, and tilted my head back giving him access to me.
    “Let’s pull your hair down, baby.” He tossed my chef’s hat to the floor and took out my hairpins. I always pulled my hair up under my hat only allowing a few baby hairs fall to my face.
    He reached behind me, softly grazing my bare shoulder as he grabbed a red silicone brush; keeping his eyes lock on mine. I shot him a confused looked, and he raised his eyebrows at me giving me a reassuring smile. I went along with it, curious as to what was on his mind. He brushed it down my torso, and a shiver ran through me as the bristles touched me.
    “Drake…” I pleaded . He tortured me as he rubbed the brush down my body, just barely touching me. He was making me want him. Now.
    “Hold tight baby.” Drake pushed my pants down, exposing my panties. He pulled them to the side and inserted two fingers deep inside me. I moaned out, letting him know I was enjoying him. He q uickly unbuttoned his pants, and I watched as he let them fall to his feet. He pulled his fingers out and slowly pushed.
    “Molly… sweet Jesus…” he wept,