Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Miles
My body was buzzing with excitement after I left Ambrosia. I knew Kat doubted my ability to cook anything besides a basic sandwich, and I couldn’t wait to prove her wrong.
I’d spent the next few hours hurrying to prep as much as I could before our rush tonight. Anthony was supposed to be there by five but texted to let me know he was running late. I quickly replied to him and then started working the line of customers already waiting when I opened.
Tonight’s menu was Latin inspired after I had the sudden urge to mix things up. I had an assortment of tacos listed on the board, along with the cheesecake bars from last night. While I would have preferred to do a dessert that went with the theme, I didn’t have enough time to prepare it.
By the time Anthony had shown up, I had a line wrapped around the corner and was low on oil to fry the taco shells. I had texted him and asked if he could grab some on his way, but he didn’t get the message until he got there.
He was quicker at taking orders while I cooked, so I left him to tend to the line while I darted out of the back of the truck and rushed into Ambrosia. For once, I was actually in need of the item I was there to ask for.
The hostess nodded at me as I headed back to the kitchen. It happened so often now that I was almost an honorary employee, and no one batted an eye at my presence other than Kat.
I slipped between the doors as a waiter carried a tray past, pulling my body to the side so I didn’t bump it. I looked around the busy room, noticing everyone was focused and shouting orders at each other.
Then I found Kat and Jamie standing by the expo station, waiting for plates to come their way. I was about to clear my throat to let them know I was standing behind them when I heard Kat whispering to Jamie.
“It was so intense, and now I can’t look at him without thinking about the damn dream.”
“You’re so lucky,” Jamie whined. “I can’t remember the last time I had an orgasm in my sleep.”
“You don’t get it, this is a real problem,” Kat hissed.
“Why?”
“Because I dreamt about Miles eating me out!”
“Yeah, and you said that in your dream, it felt amazing. Better than anything you’d ever felt before. I don’t see what the problem is.”
“It was too real; it was like I could feel the way his tongue—"
“Ahem,” I cleared my throat, knowing that I needed to make my presence known before someone in the kitchen said something, and it embarrassed Kat even more than she was going to be, knowing that I’d just overheard her talking to Jamie.
She spun around, her hand clutching her chest as her eyes widened in horror.
“I’m so sorry to interrupt, but do you guys, by chance, have some oil I can borrow? I asked Anthony to stop and get some on his way in, but he didn’t get my text in time. We’re busier than I’d anticipated and are almost out.”
Kat’s face was beet red, making her look even more adorable.
“Sure,” Jamie said, pushing away from the counter to grab some.
“How much of that did you hear?” Kat asked with her eyes closed and her hand covering her face.
“Only as much as you wanted me to hear.”
I wasn’t going to lie and pretend I hadn’t heard them. That was by far the hottest thing I’d ever heard a woman say, and my dick agreed as it pressed against the zipper of my jeans. I subtly reached down and tried to adjust myself.
“None?”
I shrugged and bit back a laugh.
“Okay, none it is.”
She peeked at me through her fingers, then sighed.
“You heard all of it, didn’t you?” she muttered.
“I’m not sure what I missed before you got to the good part. Or maybe I was at the good part? It sounded like I was definitely the one getting to the good part, though I wouldn’t mind more details about what I was doing.”
I looked up as Jamie headed our way.
“You’re not going to get them, and as far as I’m concerned, this conversation never happened.”
“That’s too bad,” I sighed, taking the jar from Jamie. “I’ve been known to make women’s dreams come true in bed.” I winked, thanked Jamie for the oil, and then rushed back to the truck.
By seven, the line had started to die down as most of the foot traffic was customers heading into Ambrosia for dinner.
I’d heard a few leave, commenting on the new salted caramel molten lava cake that Chef Elliott had prepared tonight, and couldn’t help but smile at the idea of Kat exploding under my touch the way her cake had done for their customers.
While I’d loved that people had called our cheesecake bars orgasmic, people were even more impressed by the cake, and I had a feeling I would get to try it soon.
But then again, Kat might surprise me and make a different dessert in the cook-off.
While I didn’t know her as well as I wanted to, I knew she preferred to cook more complex meals and didn’t care much for desserts. They had an amazing pastry chef that was usually the talk of the town until tonight.
“So, how did last night go?” Anthony asked, taking a sip of water as he sat down on the crates behind us. For once, there was no one in line, so we had a quick break.
“It was fine. We finished our drink, danced a little, and then I brought her back here to make some food for her so she wasn’t hung over today.”
“What did you make?”
“Hotdogs and onion rings. I was tired, and it was easy.”
“How’d she like your wiener?”
I rolled my eyes and tried to keep from grinning at his childish joke.
I wanted to tell him about the dream conversation I’d overheard but didn’t want to embarrass her.
It wasn’t like she’d told it to me; I’d eavesdropped accidentally.
She had been confiding in her friend, and it wasn’t my place to tell anyone her business.
“She enjoyed the food.”
“Mmhmm,” he pulled his lips into a thin line and waited for me to say more.
“Nothing else happened. I took her home, made sure she got in okay, then left.”
“So what happened with the oil shortage tonight? Were you using it to work off some frustration before I got here?”
I shook my head and picked up my water bottle.
“You’re disgusting. First of all, I wouldn’t use cooking oil. Second, I wouldn’t do that here. And third, I’m not fifteen anymore. I don’t just jack off 24/7.”
“I’m just saying, you’ve been hard up for her since you first laid eyes on her. I wouldn’t blame you if you needed to work off some of that pent-up tension.”
A couple of girls walked up and looked at the menu at the same time my phone rang.
I looked down to see my grandma’s name on the caller ID and nodded for Anthony to help them.
He got up and greeted them with his usual flirty tone while I climbed out the back and walked across the street to take the call.
“Hey grandma, everything okay?” I asked as I answered it.
“Yes, dear, you don’t have to worry that I’m dying every time I call.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I just don’t get calls often from you, so you know…”
“That’s because we see each other for Sunday dinner every week, and I know you’re busy.”
“Fair enough,” I laughed. “So, what’s up?”
“I have a favor to ask.”
I sat down on the empty bench and waited for her to ask.
“Okay.”
“You don’t even know what I’m going to say.”
“It doesn’t matter. I would do anything for you; you know that.”
“Ah, my sweet boy. That’s very nice of you, thank you.”
“Alright, so what’s this favor that you need?”
“Well, my friend Gennie has a granddaughter that is new to town. She’s only been here a few weeks and could use someone to show her around, maybe make a few friends.”
I felt a knot form in my stomach. I hated being set up, even by my grandma.
“How old is she?”
“Twenty-three.”
“I doubt that she wants a thirty-year-old guy showing her around town. Plus, I’m not the kind of friend she needs. She needs girls her age that she can go out with.”
“I know, but she’s been depressed, and we’re worried about her. She’s a nice girl, you’ll see. Just a little green and inexperienced in life, but still a nice girl.”
“I don’t know,” I sighed, running my hand through my short hair. “I don’t really have the time right now.”
“Well, I kinda told her to go by your food truck tonight. She should be there soon.”
I looked across the street to see a blonde girl standing off to the side, staring down at her phone. She looked to be around the same age and was by herself.
“Fine, I’ll take her somewhere tonight, but that’s it. No more friendship dates,” I warned playfully.
“You can’t blame a grandma for trying. Have fun, I love you!” She rushed off the phone and hung up.
“You owe me, grandma,” I muttered, then headed across the street to introduce myself.