The Last Dessert - Episode 2
22-09-25 (15:45)
**Episode 2**
While he unpacked and began
prepping dinner, Sophie opened a
bottle of full-bodied red and poured
two generous glasses. She kicked
off her heels but left the dress on,
perching on a stool by the island,
legs crossed in a way that kept
threatening to flash the top of her
thigh. Chef pretended not to notice.
“Chicken Provençal,” he said, laying
out the ingredients. “With confit
garlic, lemon zest, Kalamata olives.
Salad with goat cheese and
candied pecans. Prosciutto-wrapped
figs to start. And dessert ... you’ll
see.”
Sophie raised her glass. “To the
final fuck-me meal.”
Chef clinked it. “To karma.”
She cocked her head. “Karma?”
He shrugged. “You’ll see.”
As he moved through the kitchen,
she watched him. The motions
were familiar—knife gliding through
herbs, pans sizzling, the pop of olive
oil heating just right. They’d done
this so many times, it felt almost
ordinary. Except it wasn’t.
“Gonna miss this,” she said, swirling
her wine.
“You’ll be too busy for this.”
“Maybe. But takeout won’t bend
me over the counter while the
sauce simmers.”
Chef didn’t respond, but his mouth
twitched. A glimmer of something
behind the eyes.
She leaned forward, chin in her
hand. “You’ll find someone else.
There’s got to be more horny food-
obsessed girls who need a mystery
man with perfect plating and a
camera-shy cock.”
“I doubt it,” he said, tossing figs in a
pan.
“You’re sweet.”
“No,” he replied, flipping them. “I’m
patient.”
She grinned. “You’re still thinking
about karma, aren’t you?”
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