Tonight’s sinful dessert special…Valentine’s Fantasy
The tasty dish from Benedict restaurant is everything Jessica Lafayette could want…or crave. And it’s not the dessert in front of her—it’s her waiter. A guy with dark, intense eyes that suggest he wants to slowly lick whipped cream off her skin. A smile so wicked it makes her insides lava-cake gooey. And a too-hot-to-handle body that was meant to be tasted…
Yup, Sam the waiter is better than chocolate.
But what Jessica doesn’t know is that her one-night-waiter is actually Sam Benedict, upscale restaurateur. And that her little lie about being from out of town is going to turn into a big deal. Now Jessica is in deep hot chocolate…because her Valentine Fantasy is starting to look a lot like a red-hot reality!
Contemporary, sexy stories for sassy women
Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon
For Dani Collins,
who was there from the beginning.
Dear Reader,
Have you ever had an embarrassing experience in front of a hot guy? Of course you have!
Recently, I was having dinner with my friend Dani Collins in Atlanta and we were so busy chatting that I accidentally slipped my hotel room key card into the bill folder instead of my credit card. The hot waiter came back and showed me my mistake. Embarrassing! Did he think I was inviting him up to my room? Luckily, I have been reading Cosmo magazine for enough years now that I called on my fun, fearless inner female and was able to laugh about the incident with the waiter and Dani. After he left, she said, “That would make a great opening for a story.”
I had to agree. As I began dreaming up story ideas, I came up with the idea of a single career girl facing down Valentine’s Day. Everywhere she looks there are sexy window displays and hearts and flowers. I dreamed up a romantic restaurant in Seattle, a city I love. And a chocolate fantasy dessert. Ah, fantasy.
Imagine the sexiest man walked straight out of your fantasies and into your life. Imagine he brought chocolate…
I hope you enjoy Her Valentine Fantasy. I love to hear from readers, you can connect with me anytime at http://www.nancywarren.net
Happy reading!
Nancy Warren
Her Valentine Fantasy
Nancy Warren
Contemporary, sexy stories for sassy women
Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Bestselling author Nancy Warren lives in the Pacific Northwest, where her hobbies include skiing, hiking and snowshoeing. She’s an author of more than thirty novels and novellas for Mills & Boon and has won numerous awards. Visit her website at www.nancywarren.net for news on upcoming titles including the Last Bachelor Standing trilogy from Mills & Boon Blaze.
Books by Nancy Warren
MILLS & BOON BLAZE
19—LIVE A LITTLE!
47—WHISPER
57—BREATHLESS
85—BY THE BOOK
114—STROKE OF MIDNIGHT
“Tantalizing”
209—PRIVATE RELATIONS
275—INDULGE
389—FRENCH KISSING
452—UNDER THE INFLUENCE
502—POWER PLAY
526—TOO HOT TO HANDLE
553—MY FAKE FIANCÉE
569—THE EX FACTOR
597—FACE-OFF
706—JUST ONE NIGHT
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
Sam Benedict was a professional voyeur. All good waiters were, he thought, as he watched the mini-drama at table 12. A waiter had to gauge the mood of a table, to be unobtrusive and efficient, so he didn’t get somebody pissing all over him for interrupting a conversation or pissing all over him for not showing up in time to take orders. Most customers expected waiters to read minds. Most good waiters did.
At least, that was Sam’s opinion. And probably the reason he never minded grabbing a shift if a waiter flaked. As the owner of Benedict, the hottest restaurant in Seattle, getting out front gave him a chance to interact with the foodies and have-to-be-trendies who kept him in business in the notoriously tough restaurant trade.
But the woman at table 12 would have caught his attention anywhere. She was gorgeous, in a blue slip of a dress that showed off her curves, but not in a hey, I’m hot, do me sort of way. More like a hint of sexiness that kept men wondering. Her hair was neither blond nor brown. It was an intriguing mix of the two. Her eyes were a clear gray with hints of blue and green that reminded him of the Pacific Northwest skies.
What was she doing with that dick? That girl and her date went together like ice cream and cod liver oil.
He figured these two for a first date. Probably met online. Ever since Benedict got voted Best Place for a Romantic Date in Seattle Magazine there had been more of them than ever. He’d seen plenty of dot-com first dates be wildly successful. He’d seen plenty more die on the vine. This one was dead before it started. Every time he approached their table the conversation was more stilted than the last time. The dude was completely self-involved