"What the hell are you doing in the kitchen?" Lorenzo burst out as soon as he saw me peeling potatoes in the restaurant kitchen.
"I'm helping out since Josh is sick and the assistant cook is at the emergency room to get stitches to the hand he cut by slicing the ham," I tried to explain, but as soon as my eyes met Lorenzo's amber ones, I felt my stomach in a knot.
The mere thought of what I had seen that morning had the power to turn me into a pressure cooker with cheeks hot and red like carnations.
I had gone to him to ask him for permission to help out in the kitchen, after Marielle had informed me that there was no staff due to the absence of helpers Josh and David.
I certainly did not expect to find myself in front of a naked man, with his abs and pectorals so sculpted that I wanted to run my fingers over them and trace every perfectly drawn muscle.
And then…
Oh my God, I looked at him down there ... And he was so ... big!
The stretch fabric of the boxers had left little room for the imagination and I had found myself greedy for details. Yes, I wanted to touch it, taste it, feel it inside me ...
Ginevra, stop it! Erase everything from your mind and forget about it!
"You are a customer. You can't be here, " Lorenzo got angry.
"Please. I'm leaving tomorrow and I wanted to help. You have all been so kind to me these days and I would love to be of assistance. "
"Absolutely not!"
"I thought I was cooking for you today. You did so much for me despite my ... secrets. Allow me at least to reciprocate by preparing a special menu that I have learned in recent years. Please," I pleaded with his sweet eyes and a full smile.
I laughed when I saw him blush.
"Don't make me regret it," he surrendered irritably, nervously leaving the kitchen.
I kept busy all morning under the watchful gaze of the chef and proudly brought the dishes I had prepared for Lorenzo to his apartment at lunchtime.
"Aren't you going to eat with me?" He was surprised when he noticed only one portion on the plate.
"No, I have to get back to the kitchen. There's a business dinner in the basement lounge tonight and the chef needs help. "
"And how do I know you're not trying to poison me?" He murmured suspiciously, taking a forkful of pumpkin flowers, mallow flowers and clover.
"Me!" I snorted, leaning over him, and stealing his food from his fork.
I moaned with pleasure as soon as the delicate flavors caressed my taste buds. I was truly an incredibly good cook!
"Do you trust me now?" I asked, noticing his silence as he stared at my mouth as if he wanted to eat me.
"No," he murmured hoarsely, taking another forkful, and bringing it to my lips.
"This dish is for you, not for me," I reminded him, letting myself be fed.
When I saw him take a third bite and direct it towards me, I stole his fork.
"Now it's your turn. Eat," I ordered, smiling at that strange but seductive game.
Lorenzo opened his mouth without taking his eyes off mine. His pupils were dilated, and I didn't understand if my gesture was bothering him or exciting him.
I waited to hear his answer.
"Delicious," he declared after swallowing.
I handed him the last bite and then moved on to the next dish.
"Sit down," he ordered, pointing to his legs, and taking a fork.
I had never sat on a man's legs.
I blushed but obeyed.
We were so close that I could smell his skin and my left arm pressed to his chest.
I tried to calm the heartbeat that was throbbing violently in my chest.
"These are glazed spaghetti. I prepared a demi-glace of carrots and pink grapefruit and added basil and capers once they were ready ", I tried to explain before Lorenzo put the food in my mouth.
"Good?" He asked.
"Yes ... maybe I used too many capers," I moaned with pleasure but with a nod of dissent. "What do you think?" I asked him in turn, stealing his fork and feeding him the food.
I was enjoying that game, but there was a strange tension in Lorenzo that took my breath away. Whenever I looked at him or he spoke to me, something strange happened to me. The thousand crazy butterflies that circled in my body every time I was near him stopped. I felt my belly twitch and something warm and languid wrap and pulse slowly but with greater intensity in the deepest part of my body.
I had never experienced anything like this. I was scared and excited at the same time.
It was as if a part of me was waiting for fulfillment or a shock so strong to awaken me from that trance.
"I hate capers," Lorenzo said to me, awakening me.
"I did not know. Sorry, "I fidgeted, angry at myself for not having first checked what appealed to him.
I put the plate aside and grabbed the second course.
"Amaranth croquettes with pumpkin and dried tomatoes. I love them! I cook them often, "I said satisfied with my menu, grabbing a meatball crushed between my fingers, as I always did.
I brought it to his mouth.
Lorenzo took a bite of it and a few grains of amaranth ended up in the corners of his mouth, between the hint of a beard.
"Oh sorry." Without thinking about it, I cleaned it with my hand.
When I felt the rough and hard hair under my fingers, I felt overwhelmed by the heat that had been burning high within me since I had sat on his legs.
I wanted to let my fingers run all over his cheek, but I realized that I was going into a minefield and that what I was doing was already beyond the limits of what was allowed.
However, I stood still with my hand on his face, our eyes locked.
I was unable to react even when I felt his arm surround my hips and push me against him even more.
He put a hand on my face and pulled me towards him.
We were so close that my broken up breathing mingled with his deep and warm breathing.
The tips of our noses touched, and I felt lost in those wonderful and unique sensations.
I closed my eyes, unable to bear his burning gaze that shook me to the soul.
His lips touched mine and then moved away and finally came back gently.
His was a game, a cruel and perverse game aimed at making me lose my mind.
And he was succeeding.
I jumped when suddenly the contact intensified, and his mouth moved greedy and powerful on mine.
Oh God, we were kissing!
I let myself be guided by him.
"Lorenzo," I gasped, breathless, dragged into that sea of passion and excitement.
"Mia," he called to me, kissing me again. Hearing that name managed to wake me up.
For a moment I had forgotten who I was.
I was Ginevra Rinaldi.
I was lying.
I had tricked Lorenzo to avoid ending up a victim of the war between our two families.
I should never, ever have reached the point of kissing him.
Was I going crazy?
When an Orlando and a Rinaldi come into contact, it can only end one way: with the death of one of the two.
My father had repeated it to me many times and I knew it was true.
What I was doing was endangering both me and Lorenzo.
Lorenzo ...
The only man who made me feel special and who knew how to awaken in me desires that I didn't even think I had.
"Is the game over?" Asked Lorenzo coldly when he noticed my mood change.
"It wasn't a game ... I ... I didn't know it would end like this ... I just wanted you to taste my dishes."
"Didn't you know ?!" he laughed bitterly. "What did you think would happen? You are sitting on my legs and we are feeding each other. You've been provoking me since you entered my apartment! "
"What the hell are you saying!" I blurted out, getting up and walking away from him. I had never tried to seduce him. I wouldn't even have known how to do it!
"I'm not a fool. If it is a fuck what you are looking for ... "
"You misunderstood! I can assure you it was not my intention! "
"It wasn't? So why did you kiss me? "
"I was wrong, but I assure you it will never happen again."
"You have to stop making promises that you can't keep then."
"Tomorrow I will go away, and you will never see me again," I reminded him with a lump in my throat.
"You can stay if you want."
"I can't," I murmured, feeling suffocated. That awareness was killing me.
"I didn't ask you if you can, but if you want."
I laughed so I would not burst into tears.
Who would not want to stay in the place where I had found a glimmer of happiness in the worst period of my life?
"I hope you like the short crust pastry pie," I just said, leaving the room.
"Running away won't do any good."
As soon as I stepped out of the apartment, I rushed to my room.
Once inside the room, I shut the door and burst into tears.
My fairy tale was ending, and I had not yet decided what to do.
As if this were not enough, I felt that soon I would have to say goodbye to Lorenzo and for the first time since I had gotten there, I felt like I was dying inside.
I wanted to be with him, feel his perfume, touch his skin and ... kiss him!
Yes, I wanted to kiss him again and again, until I got inebriated with him.