Successful scholar Dr. Natasha Mintz believes her divorce signaled the end of her romantic life. But when she gets snowed in one Christmas with a young Spanish lover, she may want to rethink things. For Natasha, winter has never been so hot!
This book features a May/December relationship between a professor and student, but a bit turned upside down - the professor is the lady, and the student does the pursuing... Natasha tries to laugh it off, but this is one persistent young man.
“How about right here?” he shrugged in a quintessentially European way. He braced a young, strong hand against the counter near her hip. “I don’t see why we should leave.”
Feeling her heart leap into her throat, Natasha was both giddy and appalled by the suggestion of additional time alone with him without work as a barrier. Yet his flirtatiousness flattered some feminine aspect of her she thought had long ago left the scene in the wake of conferences, departmental business and boxy woolen suits, not to mention her husband’s bitter betrayal.
Her ex-husband, she reminded herself. The guy with the med student. Why shouldn’t she have her own graduate student? The naughty thought brought the hottest little quicksilver smile to her face. A smile which wasn't lost on Raphael, who returned it, changing the atmosphere between them in an instant.
“Why indeed?” she agreed. “What would you like me to make?”
“Nothing,” he purred. “Allow me.”
If there was one thing sexier than a twenty-three year old Spaniard, it was one who poured you a glass of red wine and encouraged you to put your feet up while he made you dinner.
And there he was. His firm, tight body floating around her kitchen as if he were performing some gourmet ballet for her enjoyment, surrounded by the most delicious smells. If his intention was to whet her appetite, he'd accomplished the mission with extraordinary zeal and success.
“Well,” she sighed, enjoying her unexpected position of watcher instead of cook. “I must say, I’m very impressed.”
“This? Nah.” he scoffed. “Cooking – it’s a joy.”
While prone to dimpled charm, Raphael was usually a very controlled, reserved young man around campus. But in the kitchen, with a damp dish towel over one shoulder and bits of red pepper stuck to his forearm, he exhibited an ease and comfort Natasha hadn’t experienced with another human in some time.
She watched him drizzle lemon on the salmon and return it to the oven, then move to puree the tomato to top off the rice. She thought of all the evenings she grabbed a quick cheese sandwich before heading to her office to work, leaving her lovely kitchen to waste away in neglect. How long had cooking and eating been mere uninteresting chores to her?
Smelling the onion-rich steam from the rice and the garlicky aroma of the salmon, Natasha’s stomach growled and she was ready to ask him to never leave. Instead, she sipped her wine and some wicked part of her brain contemplated just how beautiful a young male butt could be.
Food might be the way to a man’s heart but for her, it was a way to some other very interesting organs, as well.
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