AMUSE BOUCHE
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I'm in love with food. I love watching shows about food. I love experimenting in the kitchen, both with baking and cooking. I love eating. Even though I'm a totally picky eater :) I wanted to share my love of food with characters, and who better than chefs preparing for a reality show competition? It never hurts to have a bit of history thrown in for spice, either!
A long weekend alone with the woman of his dreams. Eight long years of waiting, soon to be over. If fate, and Liana, smiled on him.
Tommy set the emergency brake and tapped his fingers against the wheel. The vaguely-Victorian-style house was more isolated than he’d expected. Sure, his agent had said quiet and in the country when she’d told him about the place she’d set up for him and Liana. He hadn’t expected it to be what felt like five miles from the nearest neighbor and in the middle of a fucking forest.
Well, it was too late now to cancel things. He’d deal with Liana’s temper when she got here and saw the lay of the land. He checked his watch. And that would be in about an hour. He’d need to hustle if he wanted to make sure she was as ready be stuck out in the middle of nowheresville as he was. He’d spent years planning and hoping for this, and no way in hell were those years going to waste. They’d been dancing around the issue for the last few months thanks to the show. With filming due to start next week, it was now or never. If the gods were merciful, he’d have his face buried in her juicy pussy by tonight.
He got out of his truck and started unloading his supplies from the bed. Perishables went straight into the refrigerator that would have been perfectly at home on his set. He opened the cabinets to find space for his personal spices and non-perishables. As promised by his agent, he found the cabinets and drawers fully stocked with staples and tools. He was tempted to take the china back with him to the city and reimburse the homeowner at some later point.
The clock on the microwave indicated he had about a half hour before Liana arrived, unless she had gotten lost. As Liana’s sense of direction had been legendary in school, he wasn’t counting on the universe gracing him with any extra time at this point.
One last load in from the truck. He hurried up to the master bedroom, and stripped the supplied sheets and coverlet. He was tempted to throw them into one of the other bedrooms. If it weren’t for his promise to Liana, he’d have done so. He didn’t want her to catch sight of anything out of place, though. He felt time slipping away from him like an off-balance five-tiered wedding cake. “Gah.” His mother would have killed him for the move, but he stuffed the bed linens under the bed. Thank Jesus it wasn’t one of those modern platform deals.
With seconds to spare, he had the bed made and candles placed and waiting around the edge of the garden tub in the master bath. An afternoon and evening in the kitchen and Liana would be begging for some sensual relaxation time. Food wouldn’t be the only thing they’d be eating.
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