Savory Sins

ed under fluorescent lights, each surface scrubbed spotless in preparation for tomorrow's high-profile event. The invitation-only dinner prom

she?" he muttered

finalize the wine pairings for his carefully curated menu. Adrian wasn't used

ked open, and Adrian turned

was swept into a loose bun, tendrils framing her sharp cheekbones. She wore a sleek

snapped, crossing hi

one. "Punctuality is for amateurs," she replied, he

her rattle him. "We're on a tight sched

her leather portfolio on the count

e. There was something magnetic about Celeste-her confidence, her defiance, the way she

ith the amuse-bouche. I'm thinking cit

in meticulous handwriting. "A Sancerre, perhaps? Its crisp

begrudgingly

ing into a sly smile. "Careful, Chef.

electricity. Each decision-every wine, every ingredient-was a battle of wills. Adrian was used to

of her hand against his, a lingering glance across the counter. By the time they reached the dessert course

he said, plating a sample. "Rich, decadent

sed as the flavors unfolded on her tongue. Adrian w

urmured, setting

went dry. "

et and complex, with a finish as lingering as..

h unspoken desire. He knew this was dangerous-mixing

e said, step

lted her head, her lips curving into

electricity through his body. Before he could think better o

im. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the heat of their connec

's hands roamed her curves, pulling her closer as their kiss deepened. Celeste gasped

her dominance both surprising and exhilarating. She straddled him, her dress hiki

whispered, her breath

his voice ragged. "But

them both. Every kiss, every touch, every breath

breathing hard, their clothes disheveled

hing," he said, his tone

ttering with amusement. "Of course

to admit, but he nodded, forcing hi

leave, Adrian couldn't shake the feeling that t

was r

t day, everythi