Antonio. He looked like someone who would be called Antonio. I shook his hand and liked how strong his fingers felt against mine when he lingered a moment too long on my skin before slowly removing his hand.
"I'm Maddie. Nice to meet you too. So how long are you here for, Antonio?" I asked as he stared directly into my eyes like he was searching for something in them.
"As long as Clyde's sick, you're stuck with me. But I'll give you a ride whenever you want. All you have to do is ask."
God, the way he said that sounded so sexual that I nearly forgot that he meant he'd give me a ride to the store or wherever I needed to go. Something about this man made me think about nothing but sex.
Or maybe it was this house. Since I arrived, I practically jumped into bed with Eric mere days after he hired me, and now I hadn't said a hundred words to Antonio and already I was imagining what it would be like to have him between my legs.
I’d never been this oversexed before. At this rate, I’d have trouble defending my actions to even myself the next time I looked in the mirror.
It must be something about this house. That had to be it. What, I had no idea, but this place was turning me into a nymphomaniac!
"Oh…oh…okay," I stammered out, secretly embarrassed at my thoughts. "I might have to go to the grocery store sometime today for some things to make tonight's dessert."
I had no idea if I'd have to get any ingredients or even what I would make today, but I felt like I needed to say something just in case the lust in my mind was written all over my face.
"Just give me the word and I'll take care of you," he said in that deep voice that made me want to close my eyes and let my brain slide into fantasy mode.
"I definitely will. Thanks!"
Turning to leave, I heard him say, "Hey! You never told me what you do here, Maddie."
His question stopped me in my tracks, and I looked around to see him smiling at me in a way that made me wonder if he already knew exactly what I did with Eric. Had he told him?
My brain quickly began to spin the possibilities that Eric had actually done the locker room talk thing with this guy who was temporarily taking his driver's place. For a second, I felt defensive at the mere thought that he'd shared that information with this person, but then common sense took over and I decided there was no way Eric would ever do that. I might not have known him very well any way other than physically, but I hadn't gotten the vibe that he was the type of man who would kiss and tell.
"I'm Mr. Pierce's cook. Well, his dessert chef, to be precise."
Antonio raised his eyebrows. "Dessert chef? I've never heard of anything like that. Does that mean you spend all your time making Mr. Pierce sweet stuff?"
I nodded. "I guess, yeah. So far, I've only made sugar cookies, but I'll be making something new today."
Antonio licked his lips and winced. "Mmmm, I love sugar cookies. Mr. Pierce is a very lucky man to have someone like you devoted to making him sweets. What will you make today?"
"I don't know yet," I admitted with a chuckle. "Any suggestions?"
He took a step toward me and leaned down so his lips were next to my ear. "You look like the kind of woman who could make even the most wholesome apple pie sinful."
Oh my… He smelled exactly like a man should. I wanted to bury my face in his neck and inhale that delicious scent as he slid inside me and…
What was I thinking? I wasn't exactly a Vestal virgin, but I wasn't the town whore either. I needed to get back into the house and get my mind on work immediately before I did something I'd no doubt regret. Good God, I needed to get my thoughts out of the gutter or I'd end up sleeping with Antonio too.
I took one last look at him and began backing away. "I have to go. Thanks for the suggestion. Bye!"