The Chocolate Seduction. Carrie Alexander

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СКАЧАТЬ I usually satisfy my cravings as they come. I’ve never had to do this denial thing before. Turns out my willpower is flabby from lack of use.” She put her chin in her hand, ruing the day they’d made the bet. If the ring wasn’t at stake, and if she didn’t have this odd emotional attachment to it despite her negativity toward marriage…

      “But you haven’t given in,” Mackenzie said with some doubt.

      “Not yet. Hell, I’m not even sure that Kit is interested.”

      Mackenzie laughed. “Right. Like I believe that.”

      “Why wouldn’t you?”

      “Has there ever been a guy who didn’t want you? You’re the average American male’s dream girl. Tall, pretty, long legs, blond hair…”

      “But no va-va-voom.” Sabrina motioned to her small breasts. “Maybe Kit is a boob man.”

      Mackenzie giggled. “They’re all boob men. Fortunately, a woman needs only a pair of boobs to satisfy that requirement. Any size will do.”

      “Doesn’t matter. Kit doesn’t seem like a T&A hound. Or if he is, he’s subtle about it.”

      “Gay?”

      “No way.” Half the chefs were, but not Kit.

      “Maybe he senses your determination to remain celibate and he respects the decision.”

      “Yeah, but the thing is…I’m not that determined.”

      “You promised, Breen.”

      “Don’t pull that Breen stuff. You got me at Mom and Dad’s wedding while I was momentarily overcome by sentiment. It’s not going to work again.”

      “Doesn’t matter,” Mackenzie said in her placid, content way. “The deal’s still in force.”

      “Yeah, but—”

      “No buts.”

      “You haven’t met Kit. He’s a very big but.” Sabrina held up a hand. “Don’t laugh. As long as your hair hasn’t been cut—”

      “Next week—no, tomorrow. I’ll get it cut tomorrow.”

      “—I’m within my rights to renege. If Kit so much as wiggles a finger at me, I’m going to be naked and climbing all over him while the dishwashers applaud.”

      “Good.” Mackenzie grinned. “I’ve always dreamed of getting grandmother’s ring.”

      “Not so fast. I may be weak, but I’m still holding out.” Sabrina crossed her fingers beneath her chin in hopes that she could continue.

      “Only another ten months or so to go,” Mackenzie said airily. “Remember, you have to last until Mom and Dad’s first anniversary.”

      “You mean their second first anniversary.” Sabrina snorted. “Of course, you’re going to lose long before that if you don’t get your hair cut and send Mr. Dull to Decadence to meet Charmaine.”

      Mackenzie hooted. “Wait a minute! What’s that about Charmaine?”

      “Jason’s just her type. After she loosens his tie and gets him into a pair of leather pants, he’ll never bother you again. Unless you’d rather keep him than win the bet?”

      “Sure, let Charmaine at him.” Mackenzie gave a careless wave. “You overplayed your hand. He was never my dream man.”

      Sabrina’s thoughts immediately veered to Kit. She squirmed. “Oh, God, what have I done? I’ll never hold out for another month, let alone ten of them. I’m not sure I can do another day.”

      Mackenzie cocked her head. Her lips had compressed into a smug little smile. “You can if we dose you up with chocolate.”

      Sabrina was baffled. “All the better. I’ll apply the chocolate and he can lick it off me.”

      “You miss my point. The chocolate will be a substitute for sex.”

      Sabrina gaped, but before she could question the preposterous statement, she caught a glimpse of Kit, crossing the dining room. He carried two plates.

      “Welcome to my torture,” she whispered to Mackenzie right before he arrived.

      “Mademoiselles.” Kit bobbed his head so a curl of jet-black hair fell across his forehead. He set the dessert plates before them, his blue eyes twinkling.

      Sabrina had to look away. She stared at the plate. The phyllo triangle had been baked golden brown, set in a pool of raspberry puree and drizzled with a spiderweb of dark chocolate syrup. A dollop of rich vanilla ice cream and a ripe red raspberry nestled beside it.

      Too much temptation for one weak woman to withstand. She said in a low voice, “Mackenzie, this is Kristoffer Rex.”

      Mackenzie was gazing up at him without blinking. “I figured.”

      “Call me Kit,” he said.

      “Kit, I’d like you to meet Mackenzie Bliss, my sister.”

      Mackenzie’s smile was a little too wide and far too dazzled. “Nice to meet you.” She offered her hand.

      Kit took it. “My pleasure.”

      “Oh, no, the pleasure’s all mine.” Mackenzie raised her eyebrows at Sabrina, then glanced at her plate. “This looks scrumptious.”

      “Phyllo with coconut, almond and chocolate filling. Please taste it before the ice cream melts.”

      Mackenzie opened the chartreuse napkin folded around her utensils. “Won’t you join us?”

      Sabrina’s stomach flip-flopped. “He can’t, he’s preparing—”

      “Love to,” Kit said. “For a minute.” He glanced at Sabrina for approval before pulling a chair out.

      She nodded, edging her chair over an inch. The kidney-shaped table shrank to half its previous size. “We should both get back to work.”

      “You have time to test my dish. That’s work, isn’t it?” Kit’s eyes crinkled…at Mackenzie.

      Sabrina stabbed the pastry and the warm chocolate filling oozed out. Mackenzie took a bite and rolled her eyes skyward. “Mmm, delicious.”

      Kit smiled a thank-you and then looked at Sabrina. “What do you think, boss?”

      She lifted a bit of the flaky pastry to her lips, wondering what had happened to kid. Kit knew she wasn’t his boss, of course. She was in charge of the serving staff and the lunch receipts and reported to the restaurant’s head manager each evening. The owners, Dominique and her partner, Curt Tyrone, dropped in occasionally, greeting guests and standing around gossiping while showing off their fabulous selves to best advantage.

      “Very good,” Sabrina said. “Although I don’t have much СКАЧАТЬ