And now for a little bit of Blisse. I’ve got LOTS of Christmas stories, so every day of Blissemas I’m going to share a little sexy snippet from these seasonal books so you can pick your own favourite bit of Blisse to enjoy!
Three hot men and one curvy woman, now we’re really cooking. After breaking out of a truly awful relationship Paula finds herself floundering until she bumps into Gary. He cheers her up with a much coveted appointment at Flair, where more than her hair gets pampered. In return she offers Shane and Gary a cooking lesson to cheer up their ready-meal laden week.
The Friday feast turns into a sex laden success and becomes a recurring weekly date. Paula loves having the sexual attention of two hot bi guys but longs for something deeper.
Shane sets her up with professional chef, Nigel McCormack. Paula responds to his dominant appeal and the delights of all three men together. But how will Paula fair when she takes up a position in Nigel’s professional kitchen, will she capture his heart or will he return to his first love, food?
Between us we tamed the chattering twosome. Nigel led them through to the restaurant and I took a deep breath and began plating up. I carried through the veggies and Nigel stopped his whispered conversation and hurried into the kitchen.
“Ooooh,” the boys gasped as I put the silver servers down filled with glistening veg and fluffy mash. “And there’s more,” I said with a laugh.
“Oh, we’ve really missed you Paula,” Shane groaned, “and your food.”
I laughed and headed back into the kitchen. I picked up the roast potatoes and parsnips in one hand and the gravy boat in the other. Nigel clutched the turkey firmly in his hands.
“Right, let’s do this,” he said.
“And then I’m going to do you all,” I purred. Nigel flushed then we both laughed loudly.
The meal was rowdy and raucous. Nigel and I took off our aprons and I pulled my hair from its confining bobble to skim along my shoulders.
“You need a trim, darling,” Shane noted, “I’ll fit you in before we go back.”
“Thanks.” I smiled, putting my daft paper hat on my head. “I’ve been meaning to get it done but I didn’t know who to trust with my head with you not being around.”
“He is very good with head,” Gary said solemnly, “the best in fact.”
Shane slapped his boyfriend and we all laughed.
It was an amazing Christmas dinner. We laughed and ate, drank and giggled and told stories. It was just what a festive meal is meant to be. I felt a little weird though because as domestic a scene as it was, even in the grand hall of McCormack’s, I knew something kinkier was on the horizon and I had the reminder of that locked around my neck. With every swallow I felt it shift and it weighed delightfully heavy around my throat.
I caught all of the boys staring at it at one point or another. I felt objectified and I loved it. I couldn’t wait for the meal to be over.