Book 2 in the Cooking Up Love series
Chapter One
“Are you kidding me? They must have wooden spoons; they’re a kitchen shop.
I can’t make this recipe without one.” Lora panicked as she looked at the mess in her kitchen.
Why this cookie recipe needed that one specific utensil she had no idea, but it was her best seller and at this late hour, she couldn’t afford to screw them up.
A new, really big client placed an enormous order, and she was only halfway done when her other spoon split apart.
“Lora, this is silly. I don’t get why you have to use this particular kind of spoon for the recipe to work?” Her assistant just didn’t understand. Neither did she really, she’d just never questioned it before.
“Okay this is gonna sound a little, no wait, a lot weird but I just saw a little shop that’s still open, there’s just no way I’m going in.”
“Great! What’s the store name? Just peek inside really quick to see if they have any.”
“I can’t repeat the name of the place. I know they have some because I saw them hanging on the wall through the front window, but no way am I peeking in, not gonna do it. You’re on your own with this one. I gotta get home anyway, my mom’s calling.”
Ugh really? “I know it’s getting that time, and I promise I’ll talk to your mother if she yells at you, but can’t you just run in quick? I really need that spoon.”
“Lora, it’s not that kinda store, I’m telling you. There’s a lot of weird stuff in there.”
“Elaborate will you? I’m in panic mode here.” Her panic was pushing her into frustration as well. If he’s right in front of it then he can get it.
“Okay, okay. There’s a lot of leather and whips. I saw handcuffs too; some covered in hot pink fuzzy stuff. I seriously cannot go in Lora, please don’t’ make me.”
Oh my gosh, a sex toy store? “Okay, no it’s fine.
Your mom would shoot me if she found out I made you go in there.
” She could hardly contain her laughter.
Her assistant Josh was just seventeen, but on the very young, na?ve side.
He liked girls but that was going a bit beyond his realm of comfortability.
“Just give me the address and I’ll lock up and run out myself. ”
…to be continued.