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My late Regency-early
Victorian, HIS DELECTABLE COOK has been a hit for months now! With 3 men for one woman, I understand why! (This erotic romance has a mystery sub-plot like my other Regencies, but is unlike my REGENCY ROMPS (LADY VARNEY'S RISQUE BUSINESS and RENDEZVOUS WITH A DUKE) which are more historical romance, period.
The
story stars a young woman who answers an advert for a position as cook to the
new earl.
Does
she know he is such a rogue?
Does
she anticipate that he likes to share his women with his staff and his younger
brothers?
Might
our little cook relish the very idea?
Need a nibble?
Of course you do!
Copyright, Cerise
DeLand 2013. All rights reserved.
"Bess Deveraux stood before her new employer, prim as a blushing
bride, which she most definitely was not, and proud as the virago she wished to
become. And all because the man she faced was precisely the type of master she
had yearned for since she first discovered the joys her body could give her six
long years ago. He embodied all the essential qualities she desired in a lord
and master: He was handsome, self-possessed, filthy rich and scandal-ridden. At
the moment, he was also astonished at her appearance before him. The tick in
his left cheek told that tale.
“Mrs O’Brien assures me you are qualified for my household.” Lord Taryn
Wentworth sat, loose-boned, maddeningly louche, in a large leather chair
examining her from across his sun-dappled library.
Betty flushed with
pride at her accomplishment to jump the gauntlet of the acerbic housekeeper and
appear before him as the woman’s choice for the cook’s position. The servant had
riddled her with questions for hours about her previous experience and her
employers.
“She
informs me you are experienced with supper parties and balls.” One long
well-muscled leg across the other, Wentworth pursed his full lips together as
his searing sapphire eyes assessed her chin, her throat and her bosom in the
cook’s shapeless white attire.
At his
gravelly base voice, Betty refrained from shifting on her feet as her nipples
peaked high and hard against the rough cotton of her new uniform. She was so
right not to have donned a corset this morning. Nor worn any pantalets. After
all, she had taken this position to be free of all social restraints.
“Betty!” Mrs. O’Brien chastised her to respond to the man who had
recently inherited this Mayfair house, an older pile in Dorset, an earldom and
twenty thousand a year income. “Do answer his lordship.”
Betty
locked eyes with him, the rogue. “I was not aware it was a question.”
“Careful, girl,” O’Brien growled.
Betty
caught his lordship fighting a smile. “Yes, of course. Pardon me, Went— “ No,
not so familiar, Bess!“Sorry, my lord. I am very accomplished at preparing
party menus. Game, beef, puddings.”
“Red
snapper?”
Betty
suppressed a chuckle at his lewd reference. How like the scoundrel to try to
make her laugh. “I have it on good authority that my fish is superbly prepared.
Always in a savoury sauce.”
He
rubbed his lower lip with the tip of one index finger. “How are your sweet
things?”
When
properly prepared? “They
melt in your mouth.”
“Tempting,” he conceded with a tour of her body from generous breasts to
tiny waist and the length of her legs. She had heard his eyes could scald and
titillate. Her cunny swelled with the proof. “And what of your cakes? Do you
work with chocolate?”
“I can
bake one for you, my lord.”
“Frosted?”
Irritable and commanding this morning, are we, my lord Wentworth? Hmm. “Of course. Marzipan. Vanilla glaze.
Whatever you—“
“What
do you do with strawberries? Peaches?”
The
devil. Her nipples pebbled like strawberries. Eager to have those luscious lips
of his sucking them. And her peaches? She squeezed her pussy walls together.
Yes. Her peaches were plump and ready to be bitten into. “Such delicacies, I
offer ripe and sugared with—”
“Ices?”
he cut her off with a narrowing of his sparkling eyes and a shift in his chair.
Uncomfortable, my lord? This is your fault, you realize. You did
ask. “Yes. Sculptured,
my lord. Swans, birds and—“
“I
see,” he said though what he was looking at was her nipples peaking against the
muslin uniform. “Where did you learn to carve ice?”
“In the
house where I grew up, my dearest friend was the cook.”
His
cool façade fell from his face at hearing this tidbit. “Was your friend, the
sculptress, also expert with her dishes?”
“A fine
chef, my lord. My father became enchanted with her finesse and claimed no one
could make a soufflé that compared. I learned much from her.”
“Such
as?”
Ah.
You taunt me at your own risk, Wentworth. “She declared if one fed a man what he loved,
he would return, hungry forevermore.”
“Astute
of her.” He, over the shock of gazing at her heart-shaped face and limpid eyes,
grew more relaxed. Even jovial.
“True,
my lord.” Betty rocked back on her heels, bolder now that she had him in
conversation. “She was most particular instructing me on how to prepare any
organ from a large animal, most especially his brain.”
He
arched a brow at her. “For example, what?”
“How to
tenderize a big piece of meat.” She used her hands illustrating her passion to
pull and draw on one specific part of a male animal.
O’Brien
cleared her throat.
Betty
clasped her hands behind her back, rising on her toes and thrusting out her
heavy breasts. “I roast a succulent duck, as well. Do you like duck, my lord?”
“I
appreciate all things succulent, Betty.” He flashed a smile at her, a rueful
twitch of that libertine’s mouth. One Bess had to trace and taste very soon.
“Leave us, Mrs. O’Brien.”
“My
lord, I depart here in the morning for the house in Dorset as you requested,”
the housekeeper bit off her words, miffed at her dismissal from this interview,
“but I have not yet discussed the menu with her for tomorrow evening and with a
new butler and footman—“
“I will
tell her what to serve.” Wentworth waved the woman toward the door, though his
gaze locked on Betty’s. “She will inform you after I am done with her. You may
go to your duties, Mrs. O’Brien.”
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