Rushing down the hall to her own bedroom she hopped into the shower and took the quickest shower of her life. After the shower she grabbed a pair of Scooby-Doo boxer shorts and chocolate brown form-fitting t-shirt and rushed down the flight of stairs to the kitchen.
As she approached the kitchen a delicious aroma assaulted her nostrils and her stomach began to grumble. Oh God, that smells amazing! She froze in her place as she entered the kitchen and watched Gabriel as he masterfully prepared lunch, shirtless and barefoot, wearing only a pair of grey jogging pants that hung low on his hips. For at least the thousandth time since she'd met him she was taken away by how gorgeous he was.
His back was to her as he focused on the task at hand, giving her a moment to watch him. Sensing her behind him he waved to the small two-person table. "It's almost ready. I've a place set out for you already."
"You realize that is my job," she reminded him as she made her way across the kitchen to sit at the table. There was a seafood salad and warm biscuits already waiting for her there. "So what are you making?" she asked, straining her neck to see what he was doing. Her stomach grumbled as the delicious scents continued to drift over to her.
"Well as for it being your job. True. But I saw what you did with the bacon and toast yesterday so unless I want to eat scallops and risotto all weekend I think I'll handle the cooking."
"But, it's what you're paying me to do-"
He glanced over at her and smiled. "True again. But you have other duties besides the kitchen."
Her mind immediately went back to the previous night and the hours they spent enjoying the feel of each other's body. How many orgasms did she have? She lost count. He had been insatiable and just the thought of the previous night had a blush forming on her cheeks.
''And we already discussed the duties didn't necessarily include what happened last night," he reminded her, as if reading her mind.
Her blush deepened and she found it suddenly hard to look him in the eye.
Gabriel decided to pretend not to notice her uneasiness. "And to answer your second question I prepared some seafood chowder. It's a little heavy for the time of day, but I had a hankering." Scooping out two portions of the chowder, Gabriel made his way over to the table and set a steaming bowl of it in front of her and then sat down opposite of her with his serving.
"Smells amazing. My grandmother used to make the most delicious seafood chowder.'' Beth picked up her spoon and dipped it in. Bringing the steaming hot chowder to her mouth, she blew on it gently, aware that Gabriel's eyes were glued to her.
"I say shame on anyone living in New England who can't prepare a chowder."
Beth cringed as she lifted guilty eyes up at him.
"Present company excluded, of course." Gabriel chuckled, watching her for a reaction, but not touching his utensils. Apparently, he had no intention of eating until he had her opinion on the food.
Popping the spoonful of chowder in her mouth, she felt like moaning from the amazing flavours of the creamy soup and the perfectly cooked chunks of lobster and fish. "This is delicious." Gabriel's grin widened. "Almost as good as my Grams," she added with a wink. "So what's in it?" She scooped up another portion and popped it into her mouth.#p#分页标题#e#
Gabriel frowned. "Why don't you tell me? Let's test that little palate of yours."
Ahhh shit! she sighed. Okay, I can do this... "Lobster."
"That's an easy one. Go on."
"Clams."
He nodded.
Beth scooped up another helping and thrust it into her mouth, savouring the creamy mixture. "Scallops."
"Two more then I want to know the seasonings in the broth."
Beth's eyes widened. Was he fucking serious? She felt like reminding him once more that she was not a chef and had never had skills in the kitchen. How was she supposed to know?
"It's very important to be able to distinguish tastes in food and be able to pick out the flavourings. It will greatly improve your skills when you are able to identify and break down a recipe simply by tasting a dish."
Beth nodded. Okay, she got that. Here was the problem. She spent most of her life living off of frozen quickie foods, most of which bore only a slight resemblance to what he'd consider real food. But they were cheap which was why she bought them. Just realizing this reminded her that he was way out of her league. But he likes you, the voice at the back of her mind responded to her self-doubt.
Deciding to at least give it a shot she scooped up another bite. "Haddock."
He nodded. "Very good."
As much as she'd have liked to give credit to her palate for that answer it was more of a logical guess than anything else.