Beautifully Stolen - Charity Parkerson Page 0,5

serious and driven. Roman deserved to have someone who made him smile.

Roman laughed, pulling Brett’s focus his way. A bright smile lit Roman’s flushed face. “You look like you’re mentally grading me. Was it that bad?”

“I just remembered I forgot to email a client.”

A roar of laughter rent the air. Roman’s light didn’t dim one iota at Brett’s claim. “Come on.” He pulled Brett to his feet. “Let’s go get dinner before I waste my final kiss only to remind you of more work you’re forgetting.”

Brett’s gaze dropped to Roman’s mouth at the threat of another kiss. He truly hadn’t invited Roman here for this. “Your kiss gets an A minus.”

Roman’s laughter was addictive. Brett didn’t want it to stop. “And I’m jet-lagged. Imagine what I can do at full bars.”

Fuck. Brett couldn’t even imagine. He didn’t stand a chance. The bed was too close. They had to get out of there. Brett had never been in so much danger in his life. He absolutely couldn’t wait to see what happened next.

Roman hadn’t intended to waste his second kiss so quickly. He hadn’t exactly squandered it. His body was on fire and he almost hurt, he wanted Brett so badly. But he hadn’t planned to use all three kisses in one night. Roman had thought to spread them out throughout the weekend, getting the most out of them for his planned seduction. Unfortunately, seeing Brett’s house had left him feeling insecure. He had to showcase some serious skill if he had any hopes of enticing someone like Brett.

Brett didn’t have a house. He had a fucking estate. Hidden behind a stone fence, Brett’s home had a humongous garage, a gigantic swimming pool complete with water falls and landscaping to make it look like a jungle watering hole. As they had cleared the back door and cut through a mud room, Roman had caught sight of his dream kitchen. Roman loved to cook, eat, and cook what he loved to eat. Brett’s kitchen was a chef’s wet dream. There were multiple ovens and cooktops. Cabinets as far as the eye could see. His refrigerator looked big enough to walk inside. Roman had to force himself not to go exploring like a little kid. Instead, he had kept his gaze locked on Brett, refusing temptation. Unfortunately, staring at Brett wasn’t a better option. The guy was just so fucking delicious, and that kiss... damn. Roman was so blown away that happiness had him laughing at every little thing. Brett was amazing. Roman needed more.

Roman didn’t manage to hide his love for Brett’s kitchen the second time they passed through. “How do you feel about me cooking for you sometime this weekend?”

Brett glanced over his shoulder. “You’re my guest.”

Roman couldn’t fight his excitement. “Then you should definitely let me have my way. This kitchen is amazing. I love to cook, and I’m pretty damn good at it, if I do say so myself. That Dacor is calling my name. You have to let me showcase my skills.”

Brett led Roman back to his car. “I don’t know what that is.”

“It’s a range. You have it in your kitchen. Didn’t you pick it out?” He really didn’t understand rich people sometimes. Money was wasted on the wealthy.

Brett shrugged as he opened his car door. “My neighbor helped design my kitchen when I remodeled a few months ago. He’s a chef, so I just trusted him to make it the best. Now I’m glad I did. Your excitement is adorable. Feel free to go wild while you’re here. Cook until your heart is content.”

Roman had to stop himself from rubbing his hands together maniacally. He would start with breakfast. Maybe even breakfast in bed. Brett might have a huge house and tons of money, but Roman had his own seduction arsenal. Roman found himself sinking into his thoughts while Brett drove. He wondered if it would be rude to raid Brett’s fridge and take stock, in case he needed to get some items delivered before morning. Brett stopped at a red light. Roman glanced over. Brett’s arm rested on the arm rest. That smoking hot kiss flared to life in Roman’s mind again, refusing to be held at bay any longer by the thoughts of food. Brett would be amazing in Roman’s bed. He couldn’t wait to have this sexy man straddling his hips.

Roman ran his fingertips down Brett’s arm, savoring the sensation of Brett’s soft skin without thought. When he reached Brett’s hand, Roman brought