He circled the table and walked into her line of sight.
She’d only ever thought of food as delicious before. But the sight of Alejandro clad only in navy swim shorts that clung to his perfectly muscled backside had her rethinking the term.
Sun gleamed off his tan skin. Her eyes ran over his chest, the dark hair that trailed down his stomach and disappeared into the waistband of his trunks. Despite the dark-colored fabric, the bulge between his thighs wasn’t hard to miss.
Her head snapped up in time to see his satisfied smirk.
“Hungry?”
The word penetrated her, stabbed her deep as it conjured up images of naked bodies, glistening with sweat and arching against each other, moving in sensual harmony. What would it be like to say yes, to take his hand and lead him back to the guest suite? She’d been a quick study their first time together. Taking control, embracing the emotions coursing through her, delighting in the approval that had glittered in his eyes as his hands had tightened on her hips and guided her up and down...
She closed her eyes for a moment. Savored the memory.
Then released it.
“I’ve already had breakfast.” She nodded toward her plate, empty except for a few bread crumbs and some strawberry leaves. “Also delicious.”
It took every ounce of self-control she had not to laugh at his look of consternation as he sat across from her.
“Glad the cooking is at least to your liking,” he muttered. He leaned over, snatched a bagel out of the basket a maid had brought out and sat back. She kept her gaze trained on his face and off his chiseled abs.
“Suzie is hosting a final tasting this evening. Appetizers, main course samplers, desserts.”
“Hmm.”
Irritation nipped any lingering attraction in the bud. “Hmm?”
He took a bite of his bagel. “Mmm-hmm.”
She barely stopped herself from slamming her mug on the table as she stood. “Well, I will tell Suzie you agreed to everything with an ‘mmm-hmm.’”
“Suzie already knows I agree.”
“What?”
He didn’t even look at her as he slathered cream cheese on his bagel. “I called her this morning. Nice woman.”
She sucked in a slow, deep breath—a better alternative to reaching across the table, grabbing the bagel basket and dumping the contents on his lap. When he did look up, those damned blue eyes were wide and innocent. The devious twinkle and quirked corner of his full lips said he was full of it and up to no good.
As usual.
“You all right, Callie?”
Her obstetrician would probably have had a fit if she could see Calandra’s blood pressure right now. She tamped down her rising irritation, at least outwardly, and summoned her iciest smile.
“What did you chat about?”
He bit into the bagel, chewing slowly and leaning farther back in his chair. She silently willed the universe to break one of the chair legs and send him tumbling back onto his arrogant ass.
“We made a few changes to tonight’s tasting.”
A throbbing started at her temples, low but persistent. “Oh?”
If he heard the warning in her tone, he blazed right past it as he bestowed his most dazzling smile on her. “You’ll like them.”
“And if I don’t?”
“You will.”