Heat 1 (Heat: Master Chefs #1) (6 page)

I
tried to think fast, tried to find something more exciting to show him.  He’d
ditch me as a mentor if I continued this way.

“There
are some great flea markets at Belleville.  We could go do a little shopping.”

“Sure,”
he said without opening his eyes.  “Sounds good.”

No,
it didn’t.  He still sounded bored stiff.

“Or
maybe a stroll of Caulaincourt.”

“Yeah,
whatever you say.  It’s all good to me.”

Pulling
in a long and exasperated breath, I crossed my arms over my chest.  This wasn’t
going well at all.  My long, exasperated breath came out in a huff and Bobby
finally looked at me.

“What’s
up?  Aren’t you enjoying this?  You look bored,” he said.

“I
look bored?  You're the one who is practically sleeping right in front of me.”

“I’m
not sleeping.  I’m taking in the sun.  This is great.”

“Really?”

“Yes,
really.  What do you think?”

“I
think I’m disappointing you and I’m trying like crazy to find something to do
that will interest you.”

He
swung his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer.  “I’ve lived in New York all my life.  Sure I’ve made a few trips to Central Park a few times, and once a
year my mom would bring us to the Adirondacks for a week away from the city,
but my life has mainly been hectic, always running, always hurrying.  Cabs,
traffic, the constant blare of horns, not to mention sirens.  And the smog.  This…” 
He breathed in deeply and gave me an affectionate squeeze.  “This is more than
perfect, Lilly.  This is the perfect calm that I needed after such a hectic
week.”

Beaming,
I pushed away from him and looked into his eyes, looking for any trace of
dishonesty, but all I saw was a young man, happy and relaxed.

I
was relieved and finally breathed with ease, until a thin veil of dark clouds
obscured the autumn sun and tiny raindrops fell in a light mist.

“We’d
better get going if we don’t want to get caught under that more menacing
cloud.”  The one that seemed to be coming fast.

At
a swift pace, we walked past le
Jardin de Bagatelle
, but not long after,
I realized I was a bit lost.

“Do
you know how to get us out of here?” Bobby said.

I
stopped to look around and tried to situate myself.  “I only came once, with
Soeur
Pierrette
and
Soeur Agathe
.  I just followed them around and didn’t
really pay that much attention to where we were going.”

I
knew the park was big and had even been advised to take along a map if ever I
returned, but I’d stubbornly assumed my innate sense of direction would
prevail.  It failed me miserably, and by the time we found someone who could
direct us back to where we could grab a taxi, we were soaked to the bone.

Giggling,
we hopped into a cab and tried to shake off as much water as we could, much to
the chagrin of the driver who glared at us through his rearview mirror.”

“
Je
vous dépose
…?”

“Oh
,
oui.  Milles pardons.  Le Passage Vivienne pres du Palais Royal, s’il vous
plait
.”

“
Tres
bien
.”  He drove off without offering us the slightest hint of a smile.

Nonetheless,
Bobby and I clung to one another giggling the whole way.  At our destination we
paid our fare and got out and I led him to the area’s version of a mall.  “This
is a covered passage,” I said.  “A great place to go on a rainy day.  We can
walk all the way to
la rue Cadet
without getting wet.”

Wandering
through the passage, we stopped at various vendors, trying on silly hats at one
and throwing silky scarves around our necks at the next.  We grabbed fresh
croissants at a kiosk then sat down for a hot cup of coffee when we realized we
were still wet and chilled.

It’s
only later, when I finally got back to my apartment, took a hot shower and
slipped into my flannel pajamas that I realized just how fond I’d become of
Bobby Cummings.

My
student.

Yes,
student.

Any
and all attraction to him was highly inappropriate.

Yet,
when I arrived at my class Monday morning, the first thing I did was check to
see when Bobby had my class.

The
last class of the afternoon.  It would be a long day.  But, as it turned out,
it was a long week.  Every day, students surrounded us and kept us from barely
saying a word to one another.  Our exchanges were strictly student/teacher,
strictly based on the lesson of the day.

I
longed for Thursday to come around.

Our
dinner date.

I
couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so nervous.  Not only did I feel the
pressure to cook a gastronomical meal, but entertaining a man in my home…  It
was so foreign to me.  As I took out all the necessary ingredients and lined
them up on the counter in the order in which I needed each, the phone rang.

“
Allo
.”

“Lilly,
it’s me, Bobby.”

My
heart sank.  If he was calling me at this late hour instead of heading to my
place, it couldn’t be good.  “What’s up?”

“I
hate having to call you at the last minute like this…”

Tears
burned their way to my eyes and I had to blink repeatedly to keep them from
spilling over my cheek.

“I
can’t make it tonight,” he finished.

The
past days filed quickly through my head; hardly talking to one another, barely
a glance.  He’d lost interest, whatever interest there may have been, it was
gone.

“Oh,
okay.  I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Taryn
called me at the last minute and insisted we get together to go over my first
weeks at the institute.”

“That’s
fine.  I understand.”  But I didn’t.  Surely his sister could meet with him
another day.  “Thanks for calling ahead to let me know.  Bye, Bobby.”  I hung
up before he could say anything more.  I was livid.

I
guess my lack of experience with men made it that much harder.  I knew men
played with women’s emotions.  I knew men could be fickle.

Ha! 
Never mind all that.  I pushed myself to make a great dinner.  I wasn’t about
to let all this good, fresh food go to waste.  But in the end, I sat alone at
the table with barely the appetite to enjoy my meal.

The
next morning, as I prepared the day’s lesson in my office, I was still angry about
Bobby’s rejection, and I dreaded my next class with him with more apprehension
than ever. Should I just ignore him?  Play it cool, like he’d never mattered?

A
knock at the door broke through my thoughts and I reluctantly got up from my
desk to answer.  With the door barely ajar, Bobby pushed his way in, backed me
up against the wall and pressed his body to mine.

“I
can’t wait any longer.”  He kissed me, his soft, sweet lips hard and demanding
as his tongue sought mine.

At
first I gasped and tried to fend him off, but his tongue worked a special kind
of magic that left me helpless.  Eager to surrender to the sensations he
brought me, I went soft and pliable in his arms.  And without my knowledge, my
hands wrapped around him, one hand driving my fingers through his luxurious
hair while the other trailed down his back.

“All
week,” he murmured through the passionate kiss.  “All week I thought of nothing
else but our dinner together.  It was the only think I looked forward to.”

His
hands worked quickly to tear off my lab coat then pull down the zipper at the
back of my dress.  I didn’t resist when he peeled the dress off me and stared
hungrily at my breasts.  I licked my lips, not sure what to expect next, not
sure what I should do.

He
bent down to kiss the mounds of flesh that peeked out over the top of my bra
and I let out a long hiss of a breath.  My body felt like it was shooting
rockets, hot, thrilled, exciting.

“Bobby,”
I whispered.

“Yes,”
he said with hunger.  “Yes, Lilly.”  He brought his hands around my back and
freed my bra.

I’d
never felt so exposed, but strangely, I wasn’t as embarrassed or ashamed as I
thought I should be.  In fact there was a sense of liberation that flowed over
me.

But
it’s when he once again bent over me, this time to catch one nipple in his
lips, that I lost all control.  In that instant I ceased to be Lilly Cooke, the
little girl in the convent, the young woman in the kitchen lab, the teacher in
the Basic Science class.

In
that instant, I became a woman, clear and simple.  My body was no longer my
own, but his, entirely his.  I wanted more of his touch, more of what he had to
show me.  His lips switched to my other nipple and once again the thrill of his
touch sent sparks to every part of my body, namely the crux of my thighs.

There
were no words, only groans and grunts as he tugged my dress over my hips and
let it fall to the floor.  And the groans and grunts escaladed when he peeled
off my panties and sent them to join my dress.  But those groans and grunts
took on an entirely animal quality when he ran his finger along the folds of
skin I’d never dared explore, and, making matters downright unbearable, he
squatted down to run his tongue along the same path his finger had taken.

My
eyes popped open and I shoved my fingers deep into his thick hair.  “Oh, my
God!”  I could barely control my breathing as he continued, tugging, sucking,
licking.  “Oh, my God!”

Just
as I thought the world was going to burst around me, he stood, pulled out his
erection and guided it to me.

“Bobby,”
I said.  Apprehension had slowly crept up on me.  I bit my lip as he nudged
closer, the tip of his shaft pushing against me.

He
kissed me, erasing whatever apprehensions I had.  With his kiss, passionate and
consuming, he pushed inside me, his erection filling a space I’d never allowed
myself to consider.

“Bobby.”

“Lilly.”

I
clung to him, kissing him as if my life depended on it.  And when my body rose
higher than I would have ever thought possible, when his accompanied mine,
stride for stride, thrust for thrust, I knew what heaven on earth was.

Chapter 7

Bobby

I
thought of Lilly every waking moment the rest
of that day.  After that quick but passionate moment in her office, I knew I was
hooked.  I wanted her in a way that ached.  But with every passing moment we
spent together, with every moment spent making love, kissing and cuddling, that
ache only got worse.  The more I had her, the more I wanted of her.  I wanted
her upright.  I wanted her on all fours.  I wanted her flat on her back.

“Monsieur
Cummings,” the teacher called out.

I
shook the vision of Lilly’s boobs out of my head and looked to the short and
bulky man up front.  “
Oui, Monsieur
.”

He
rattled off some reprimand of which all I took in was, pay attention.  I
nodded, but my attention nonetheless reverted to Lilly.  I was sure I’d burst
before seeing her again.  So far, I’d resisted the urge to masturbate, but if I
didn’t see her soon… damn it.

But
I survived until that night when I once again made my way to her apartment in
the 19
^th
district.  I would have never thought I would find myself
in that neighborhood again, but if it was to see Lilly, to spend another night
with her, it was well worth it.

“Bobby,”
she said in a husky voice when she opened the door.  She wore only a thin, pale
yellow cotton dress.  In the dim light of her apartment I could see she wore no
bra, no panties.

My
cock was instantly stiff.

We
wasted no time.  There were no pleasantries and no formalities.  No glasses of
wine, no soft music and no hushed words.  Just, have at ‘em.  We were like
animals finally released from a cage, finally freed from the ties that kept us
hungry.  We’d hooked up almost every night for the past week and we still
couldn’t get enough.

But
this time, something had changed.  Lilly surprised me.  The meek and innocent
girl who’d been startled by the sight of my cock those first few times, who
hadn’t dared touch it yet, now took control and straddled me.  There was still
a blush on her cheeks as she guided my cock inside her, but she seemed
determined to have her way with me.

“I
love you, Lilly,” I said as she pumped her ass up and down over me, each
movement bringing me closer to a blessed orgasm.  “I love you.”

Her
lusty smile and smoldering gaze made me hungrier still, but I couldn’t help but
notice that she didn’t respond to my declaration.  She pumped harder, faster,
letting her body take over.  Her tits bounced up and down, up and down,
jiggling in a way that made my cock even harder.

I
was ready to burst.  I was ready to explode.  Oh, shit.  Yes.  I thrust up
inside her, gripping her hips in my fist and spilling everything I had while I
howled like the wild beast she’d turned me into.  Her orgasm quickly followed,
seizing my spent cock and sucking every last drop out of it.

“You
sure learn fast,” I said when she fell over me in a sweaty, panting heap.

As
she lay there, her breathing slowly returning to normal, I played in her hair
and massaged her scalp.

“You
know,” I said, my mind still in an orgasmic fog.  “I’ve been around a time or
two, but… You do something to me, Lilly.”  Hell yeah, she did something to me. 
I’d even come close to telling Taryn and Errol just how I felt about her.  I
wanted to shout it at the top of my lungs, I wanted to call my mother and
announce the good news.  Damn, she’d be so happy.  She would absolutely love
Lilly.  She was exactly the sweet and kind sort of person my mother wanted for
me, and she was exactly the hot and wild seductress I wanted.

“I’m
going back to New York for Christmas break,” I said.