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one of the plates with a silver dome.
    This was just too weird. I’m out of here . She pivoted on the ball of one foot and ran right into Lisa.
    “Yummy.” Lisa scanned Nicolas’s backside with a heated gaze, making Jana wonder whether she was talking about Nicolas or the delectable aroma that filled the kitchen. “He is such a great cook.”

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    She folded her arm into the crook of Jana’s and led her to the old butcher block table that sat before a bay window looking out over the immaculately groomed backyard. Three place settings and three glasses of orange juice were arranged before them. “Do you remember that his family owns an Italian restaurant?” Before Jana could speak, Lisa continued, “He plans on taking us there tonight.” Lisa pushed Jana down into a chair and then took one of her own.
    “Tonight?” Jana’s gaze flickered to Nicolas’s firm ass and then back to Lisa. She leaned into her friend and whispered, “Um… He doesn’t have anything on under that apron.”
    A delightful smile raised the corner of Lisa’s mouth. Her gaze slowly caressed up and down his exposed backside. “I know. Isn’t it great?”
    Yeah, it is fucking fantastic .
    Jana felt a frown tug her brows inward. “I really think I should leave.”
    As she began to rise, Lisa’s hand caught hers, stopping her midway.
    “Come on, Jana. Where’s your sense of adventure? We’re all adults.
    The three of us could have some fun.”
    Three of us? What the hell was Lisa talking about?
    Lisa’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “You’re not chicken, are you?
    Scared you might see something you like—want?”
    Jana harrumphed. “Chicken? Me?” She wasn’t afraid of a naked man.
    “Prove it. Sit down.” Lisa patted Jana’s hand.
    Lisa was goading her and damn if Jana didn’t rise to the occasion, easing back into her chair.
    An expression of triumph fell across Lisa’s face. “Trust me, Jana.
    This will be one breakfast you’ll never forget.”
    As usual, Lisa was vibrant and bubbly as she updated Jana on the news of the neighborhood. There was something about her friend that usually had a calming effect on Jana. But today Lisa made her feel dumpy. Here Jana was dressed in a pair of faded jeans, a spaghetti strap 32
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    shirt and tennis shoes, while Lisa had on a skimpy green sundress that clung to every curve, and matching sandals to top the ensemble off.
    And, of course, there was that arrogant man wearing only an apron strutting around the kitchen.
    Lisa glanced over her shoulder, taking another peek at him. When she turned back she gave Jana a wink, then leaned in close. “Isn’t he gorgeous? Can you imagine having a taste of him every morning and every night?”
    Sitting with her hands clenched tightly in her lap, all Jana could say was, “Mmmm…” The sound came out on the sarcastic side, but she couldn’t help it. The green-eyed monster had taken that moment to rise and send the heat of envy flooding through Jana’s warm body as she wondered just how good Nicolas really was. A sour dose of guilt made her bring her thoughts back in line.
    What kind of woman lusted over her friend’s man? Because lust could be the only explanation why her breasts felt heavy and her nipples strained against the cotton of her shirt. With her every movement the material stroked her nubs, adding to the discomfort building between her thighs. And it didn’t help that Lisa had given her the seat facing the stove. She saw every seductive move Nicolas made. When he turned around she read the writing on his apron.

    I’m the chef and you will do it my way.

    Well, how appropriate . Jana couldn’t help scanning his length and noticing the huge bulge beneath his apron. Damn! Damn! Damn! She should get out of here.
    At the far end of the counter, he flipped on a compact disc player and the music of the Pussycat Dolls began to play. The beat of