The Crab Consumed: The Zodiac Club Book 5
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Twelve star signs, four friends, one extraordinary year. Izzy discovers a whole new meaning to the word steamy when she finds herself in the kitchen of a celebrity chef’s seafood restaurant. But how far will she allow her Cancerian conquest to get his claws into her? |
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Excerpt
The maître d’ was just shepherding the last of the waitstaff out the back door as Quincy led her into the kitchen. The little man in his tuxedo threw them a knowing smile and wave before flicking the light switch and slamming the door shut behind him. With the overhead fluorescent strips now turned off, the only light came from a small table lamp on a metal desk tucked away in one corner of the enormous kitchen. That and the moonlight, which worked its way in through a couple of narrow window slits high up on the far wall.
Even in the dim light, the expanse of shiny surfaces gleamed as if they had been polished for a military inspection. Izzy ran a hand across a nearby steel-sheeted preparation area and nodded appreciatively.
"So smooth."
Behind her, Quincy copied the movement, tracing his hand in the wake of hers until it reached the same point on the steel, where it nudged hers. Izzy left her hand there for a moment longer than she meant to, then moved swiftly away to study a rack of knives and cleavers hung menacingly against a magnetic strip on the wall.
"These look dangerous."
Quincy hadn’t followed her, she noted, and she wondered if it was because she had put him off by moving away so quickly.
"Depends what you do with them, I suppose."
"What do you do with them?"
She saw him hesitate momentarily, then suddenly he was beside her and reaching out for one of the blades on the rack. As he leaned across to pluck it from its place, he brushed—casually but noticeably—against her arm. When he didn’t apologize, she knew he was as comfortable as she was.
"This one’s for chopping vegetables," he announced, slamming the knife down on the metal counter. "And this one is for shelling prawns."
She turned to face him and looked him squarely in the eye with a gaze that didn’t shift as she spoke, her voice heavy with implication.
"Have you got anything for opening up crabs?"
Even in the dim light, the expanse of shiny surfaces gleamed as if they had been polished for a military inspection. Izzy ran a hand across a nearby steel-sheeted preparation area and nodded appreciatively.
"So smooth."
Behind her, Quincy copied the movement, tracing his hand in the wake of hers until it reached the same point on the steel, where it nudged hers. Izzy left her hand there for a moment longer than she meant to, then moved swiftly away to study a rack of knives and cleavers hung menacingly against a magnetic strip on the wall.
"These look dangerous."
Quincy hadn’t followed her, she noted, and she wondered if it was because she had put him off by moving away so quickly.
"Depends what you do with them, I suppose."
"What do you do with them?"
She saw him hesitate momentarily, then suddenly he was beside her and reaching out for one of the blades on the rack. As he leaned across to pluck it from its place, he brushed—casually but noticeably—against her arm. When he didn’t apologize, she knew he was as comfortable as she was.
"This one’s for chopping vegetables," he announced, slamming the knife down on the metal counter. "And this one is for shelling prawns."
She turned to face him and looked him squarely in the eye with a gaze that didn’t shift as she spoke, her voice heavy with implication.
"Have you got anything for opening up crabs?"
The Zodiac Club
With one story for each of the twelve horoscope signs of the year, plus a FREE prologue and an epilogue, The Zodiac Club is an unmissable collection of steamy tales.
Don't forget to check out the rest in the complete series.
Don't forget to check out the rest in the complete series.
