Page 25 of Indulging Temptation (Tempting the Heart #1)

I take a step closer to where this smug asshole is sitting.

“Excuse me?” I’m successful in keeping my voice low so others around us can’t hear me, as I know Lorena would want me to do.

But I know that if anyone looked over at me, they could tell that I’m the farthest thing from chill right now. “You want me to apologize?”

“Yes. I mean, wasn’t it covered in whatever intro courses you took at the Culinary Institute on how to properly cook a protein?

And a steak? Please, if you can’t master at least that, there truly is no hope for you.

” A smug grin lines his face, as he snaps his fingers like he’s arrived at the punch line of his joke.

“Oh. Forgive me. That’s right, you didn’t attend there, or anywhere, did you?

I guess I should lower my standards, there’s only so much that can be learned from playing make-believe chef on YouTube.

If you can’t take some constructive criticism from your guests, how can you ever handle criticism from the critic from the Food I’ll give you that. But you will not come near, touch, or even look at her ever again. Do I make myself clear?”

He nods his head, noticeably embarrassed as eyes of diners around us begin to look at the three of us.

“Jesus Christ, I got it.”

No surprise there, all that oomph he came at me with has vanished, and he’s obeying my every command.

I pat him on the shoulder. “Good. Glad we’re on the same page.”

As he stands up, I keep my hand on his shoulder to stop him from moving. “One more thing before you get the hell out of my restaurant and never come back. It goes a long way when you’re fucking someone to not only know what they like to eat, but how they like to be eaten.”

His facial expression screams ‘what the fuck are you talking about?’, but he’s too scared to mutter a single word, so I fill in the gaps for him.

“You see, the fact that you didn’t know what she likes to eat lets me know that you don’t pay attention to what pleases her.

Which means you’re clearly not aware of how she likes her clit slowly licked after already coming in your mouth, so you can bring her to another orgasm, at a different tempo.

Or how she likes her wrists bound when she’s fucked so she can let you take control for a change, since she’s always the one who has to be in control in her career and in life.

” The words slip from my lips like an out of body experience as I speak of fantasies I’ve had about her, though I’m not done yet.

“Attention to detail, listening, doing what pleases who you’re with, these are all things that separate mediocre lovers from extraordinary ones.

And there’s nothing extraordinary about you.

Yet mediocre feels like too much of a compliment for your sorry ass.

You’re nothing, and because you disrespected her, you’re going to get up and leave here, alone, with nothing.

You don’t deserve her, and you can’t have her. Only I can.”

Owen looks at Lorena with a look of disgust that he’s lucky I don’t slap off his face. Only reason I’m not, is that we’ve now gained the attention of quite a few lingering eyes. “You can fucking have her. No pussy is worth dealing with your crazy ass.”