Anything You Want- Excerpt and Recipe!

In Anything You Want Marc is a chef at the restaurant he owns with his best friend.  Sabrina, the heroine, needs a job and applies to bar tend at the restaurant.  In the process of "auditioning", she even makes up her own recipe (you can find it at the bottom :) )

Excerpt:

When Sabrina didn’t reply, he risked a glance at her face. She looked more suspicious than annoyed. 

“Basically you’re saying that I have to do everything you tell me to.”

That sounded appealing and, unfortunately, sexual. He was sure she didn’t mean it that way, but that was how his mind took it. “Basically.”

She propped one hand on her hip. “And what happens if I don’t?”

He dipped his finger into a glass on the end of the bar and tasted the concoction before glancing up. “Punishment, of course.”

When he glanced at her, her cheeks were pink. “How do you punish your current employees? Because I’m pretty sure a lot of them don’t like you.”

He grinned. “They don’t have to like me. They have to do what I tell them to.”

“What kinds of things are you going to tell me to do?”

Oh, this was too fun. And easy. If he wanted to shock her, or tease her—or seduce her, he could come up with all kinds of things.

Of course he didn’t want to do any of those things.

Sure and he planned to walk on the moon next month.

“Get me coffee, for instance.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Uh, huh. I hear arsenic dissolves nicely in hot liquid.”

He would not smile. But it was tough. “Wash my apron.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You should know that I have a condition that manifests by spontaneously sewing pink ruffles on things.”

“Alphabetize my recipes.”

“The only letters I know are F and U.”

He moved around the end of the bar, smiling in spite of himself. “How about inventory? I need someone to count my mushrooms.”

“Yeah, once you run out of fingers it gets tough doesn’t it?” She didn’t move away from him as he came to stand directly in front of her.

“You have to handle them just right. Not everyone can do it the way I like.”

“Are we still talking about mushrooms?” she asked.

Not exactly. He smiled. Sexual innuendos with food were easy. There were a million.

As important as food was in his life, it was surprising that he’d never been that into using it during sex. Not even chocolate syrup or whipped cream.

But he wanted to lick whatever that blue streak was off her cheek. And if there were any that had dipped under the neckline of her white T-shirt…

“Do you like mushrooms?” he asked.

“I like…mushrooms…so much,” she purred.

It occurred to him to worry, but he loved the way she was tiptoeing her fingers up his chest.

“But I’m thinking I’d be good with a mallet.”

She was such a smart ass.

He lifted a finger and ran it through the blue streak. Then he sucked it clean. Sweet, tart and delicious.

“Mmm.”

She didn’t move away from him. “Raspberry.”

“What do you put it in?”

“This one. It’s a Magic Pixie.”

He sipped. It was great. But— “That’s not in the recipe.”

“I know. My invention. Or addition at least.”

He couldn’t help but admire that. He was a chef. Combining flavors to make them even better was his passion.

“But that’s not the recipe.”

Her eyebrows went up. “So? It’s better.”

“You have to follow the rules. No insubordination, remember?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Rules don’t always make things better.”

“They generally make things safer.”

“Raspberry syrup is dangerous?” She smiled.

“On you it is.”

“I—”

But her response was cut off as he dipped his head bringing his lips to the corner of her mouth, then flicked his tongue out and licked up the little bit of syrup there.

With a small sigh—resignation or surrender, he wasn’t sure—she turned her head, just ten degrees to the left, and their lips met.

 

Recipe:  Sabrina's Magic Pixie

2 oz. Apple schnapps
1 oz Cranberry juice
2 oz Lemon-lime soda
2 oz Rose’s Blue Raspberry mix
 
Serve over crushed ice