Fangs for Nothing(16)
“Fine, sugar pie, I need you to leave. Only employees are allowed in the kitchen.”
“I understand, but I really wanted to apologize to you and explain my actions. I shouldn’t have kissed you like that, but it was an impulse.”
“Well, I’m glad you cleared that up for me,” she said with feigned sincerity. “Otherwise I would have gone through my life thinking you had plotted that out for weeks. Now if you don’t mind, I really do need to work.”
Instead, Drake chuckled at her sassiness. “You’re funny.”
“No, I’m busy.” She turned back to the counter and reached for a new serving spoon.
But Drake wasn’t about to be dismissed so easily. This woman really did intrigue him. So instead he moved beside her, leaning a hip on the stainless steel counter.
She attempted to ignore him, probably hoping if she didn’t acknowledge his presence, he’d get bored and wander away. And often he probably would have, but he wanted this woman and as flighty as he could be about some things, he could be very tenacious when he wanted something . . . or someone.
The brunette finally stopped scooping the filling onto the crepes and turned back to him. “I accepted your apology, why are you still here?”
He smiled at her brusque words. She was an interesting combination, physically all sweet and soft looking, but her personality was brisk and blunt—maybe with a hint of sarcasm.
“I wasn’t actually done explaining why I behaved so badly,” he said.
“You know, your explanation worked just fine for me. I’m good.” She lifted the spoon again and returned her attention to her work.
“But I don’t want you to think I’m some creep who just goes around kissing woman unsolicited.”
“Too late.”
Drake chuckled again. She was a delight.
“I did have a good reason. I was actually trying to dissuade unwanted attention from that woman who was standing beside me.”
“You’re right,” she said, not pausing her work to look at him. “That totally makes me think you aren’t a creep. Why not just tell the woman you aren’t interested, when you can create an elaborate lie by grabbing a total stranger, kissing her and pretending to be involved with her, thereby dragging her unwillingly into your deceit? Nope, not creepy at all.”
“Well,” Drake said slowly, “when you say it like that, it does seem a little creepy.”
She shot him a sidelong glance, then ladled more cheese sauce onto a crepe.
“Ashley,” she said to the blonde who had been shooting curious looks at them as she struggled to inject pastries with some sort of filling.
“Please take this platter of crepes out to the buffet table.”
Ashley hurried over to do as the brunette asked.
“Watch where you walk,” the brunette added just as Ashley was about to disappear out the door.
Ashley gave her a muddled look.
“I dropped the skewered tuna on the floor,” the brunette explained. “Eric is cleaning it up, but it could still be slippery.”
Ashley nodded, but still looked confused as she left the kitchen.
* * *
JOSIE LYNN WASN’T sure she really wanted to be left alone in the kitchen with “sweet cheeks” here, but the food did need to get out to the guests and frankly, she didn’t like Ashley being here to eavesdrop on this bizarre conversation.
“Let’s face it, if anyone is going to fall on their ass, it’s going to be that one,” Drake said, shaking his head, still leaning on the counter, arms crossed over his chest, all relaxed as if he knew her well and it was completely normal for him to be there.
She scowled at him. Why didn’t he just leave? Good lord.
“Oh, don’t give me that look.” He said, again in a tone that implied they were old friends. “I know you know I’m right. That’s why you warned her.”
He smiled, a lopsided smile that was endearing and charming and altogether too attractive.
She sighed. “Do you plan to hover here all night?”
“Hover, huh? Well, I could help. You look like you need it.”
Oh, no he didn’t.
Josie Lynn knew what the kitchen looked like. It looked like a disaster, but that comment was the final straw. She didn’t need help. Especially from some pompous jerk dressed like he should be working a kiddies’ pirate ride at an amusement park.
She spun toward him, waving the cheesy spoon in the man’s face. “I absolutely do not need help. I happen to have everything under control.”
“Josie Lynn,” a tentative voice said from behind them. She turned to find Eric standing in the doorway, broom still in hand. God only knew where the dustpan was.