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looked…too much.
His hands were smooth—unlike Wayne’s, whose hands had rough calluses. Which reminded her of the differences in the two men. She wondered if El had ever done a hard day’s work in his life. Although she had to admit that in his white T-shirt and jeans, he looked like any other workingman. The only sign of his wealth were his expensive designer loafers.
He leaned closer, his soft musk cologne drifting into her nose. She tried to focus on the dough they were kneading, but her eyes drifted to his profile, as his face was right beside hers now. She looked up at the newly formed locks and could see his soft hair was resisting the style.
She watched with a dry mouth as he leaned forward to collect more flour from the big bowl, his bicep stretching with the motion. When did they start building bakers like this?she thought.
Pounding the dough with more flour, he wrapped his hands around hers again and continue to knead. “See? You’re getting the hang of it…that’s it.”
Sophie tried to focus on the dough and not the man behind her. Beside her. Surrounding her.
“Push…pull, and turn.” His soft breath moved the hairs closest to her ear. “There you go.” He spoke like a patient coach, and she wanted to form something wonderful out of the dough just to satisfy him.
“See, I knew you could do it.” He turned and looked at her, bringing their lips within inches of each other. His minty breath was warm, and she found herself licking dry lips, which brought his eyes straight to her mouth, which made her mouth dry again.
They continued to stare at each other; neither seemed able to look away. Unable to stop herself, she licked her dry lips again, and it seemed to be some kind of a signal to him, because he leaned forward and gently touched his lips to hers.
Sophie released a sigh of relief, as if she’d been waiting for that soft kiss her whole life. He pulled back a little to look in her eyes and apparently he saw what he was looking for because he kissed her again and this time more deeply.
His mouth opening over hers, their lips meshed and tongues swirled together. Sophie reached up, wrapping her arms around his head, and he came to her. Kneeling beside the chair, he took her face between his hands and deepened the kiss.
The noise of people coming into the kitchen startled both of them, and they quickly broke apart. Eliot stood and returned to his place by the table, once again forming crescent rolls.
Sophie poked and prodded at the blob Eliot had given her, still not completely sure what to do with it.
Both of them thought they’d done a good job of giving no sign of the kiss they’d shared. Neither realizing that the flour fingerprints they’d left all over each other’s face and hands served as a road map to any curious onlookers, like the two who had just walked by.
That Saturday Sophie had scheduled two weddings. She had been contracted to cater two weddings that weekend, and the orders were so large she’d decided to lock up the front of the store so that everyone could work on the wedding cakes and assorted desserts. What they would make from the two weddings would more than compensate for any loss from walk-in business.
By the afternoon, the kitchen was like a boiler room, and Wayne had propped the back door open to let in some air.
Sophie scooted around the area, trying to do her part and stay out of everyone’s way at the same time. But they needed every hand they could get. Even Lonnie was helping out where she could.
Eliot was completely engrossed in his task, showing Mae some complicated twist design, flipping and turning dough and filling multiple trays with bread, but leaving the actual baking to Wayne. Dante was gently packing up box after box of desserts, using boxes Lonnie built.
Once Eliot was confident Mae understood what he wanted, he moved across the room to finish decorating a tray of tarts, then truffles. The preparation tables were already filled
His hands were smooth—unlike Wayne’s, whose hands had rough calluses. Which reminded her of the differences in the two men. She wondered if El had ever done a hard day’s work in his life. Although she had to admit that in his white T-shirt and jeans, he looked like any other workingman. The only sign of his wealth were his expensive designer loafers.
He leaned closer, his soft musk cologne drifting into her nose. She tried to focus on the dough they were kneading, but her eyes drifted to his profile, as his face was right beside hers now. She looked up at the newly formed locks and could see his soft hair was resisting the style.
She watched with a dry mouth as he leaned forward to collect more flour from the big bowl, his bicep stretching with the motion. When did they start building bakers like this?she thought.
Pounding the dough with more flour, he wrapped his hands around hers again and continue to knead. “See? You’re getting the hang of it…that’s it.”
Sophie tried to focus on the dough and not the man behind her. Beside her. Surrounding her.
“Push…pull, and turn.” His soft breath moved the hairs closest to her ear. “There you go.” He spoke like a patient coach, and she wanted to form something wonderful out of the dough just to satisfy him.
“See, I knew you could do it.” He turned and looked at her, bringing their lips within inches of each other. His minty breath was warm, and she found herself licking dry lips, which brought his eyes straight to her mouth, which made her mouth dry again.
They continued to stare at each other; neither seemed able to look away. Unable to stop herself, she licked her dry lips again, and it seemed to be some kind of a signal to him, because he leaned forward and gently touched his lips to hers.
Sophie released a sigh of relief, as if she’d been waiting for that soft kiss her whole life. He pulled back a little to look in her eyes and apparently he saw what he was looking for because he kissed her again and this time more deeply.
His mouth opening over hers, their lips meshed and tongues swirled together. Sophie reached up, wrapping her arms around his head, and he came to her. Kneeling beside the chair, he took her face between his hands and deepened the kiss.
The noise of people coming into the kitchen startled both of them, and they quickly broke apart. Eliot stood and returned to his place by the table, once again forming crescent rolls.
Sophie poked and prodded at the blob Eliot had given her, still not completely sure what to do with it.
Both of them thought they’d done a good job of giving no sign of the kiss they’d shared. Neither realizing that the flour fingerprints they’d left all over each other’s face and hands served as a road map to any curious onlookers, like the two who had just walked by.
That Saturday Sophie had scheduled two weddings. She had been contracted to cater two weddings that weekend, and the orders were so large she’d decided to lock up the front of the store so that everyone could work on the wedding cakes and assorted desserts. What they would make from the two weddings would more than compensate for any loss from walk-in business.
By the afternoon, the kitchen was like a boiler room, and Wayne had propped the back door open to let in some air.
Sophie scooted around the area, trying to do her part and stay out of everyone’s way at the same time. But they needed every hand they could get. Even Lonnie was helping out where she could.
Eliot was completely engrossed in his task, showing Mae some complicated twist design, flipping and turning dough and filling multiple trays with bread, but leaving the actual baking to Wayne. Dante was gently packing up box after box of desserts, using boxes Lonnie built.
Once Eliot was confident Mae understood what he wanted, he moved across the room to finish decorating a tray of tarts, then truffles. The preparation tables were already filled
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