A Bloody Temptation

Informal Interview

Saturday evening, Callie was in her room lotioning her legs when Tony walked in the bedroom tired.

“Do you want to come to the interview?” She asked him when he crashed in the bed beside her.

“No, work was a bust today. I trust you with the food, you are the expert,” he said into his pillow.

Callie glanced over her shoulder at him. She reached over putting her hands on his back. “I’m sorry to hear that,” she murmured against his bare shoulders.

But Tony had jerked away from her kiss. “I’m really not in the mood,” he yawned.

Callie stared at him for a moment and then slipped off the bed. “Fine, then I will be back later.” She grabbed her purse and keys and headed down to the living room. She sprayed a little perfume on, slipped into her black pumps and slammed the door shut.

Tony was right; she didn’t need him to come along. However, she didn’t know if it would make her feel any better if he did or didn’t.

But as she was driving to Mister Powers’ house, something dark settled deep in her stomach. Chef Powers’ was someone she didn’t trust to be with alone. But she had to get someone to cater for her wedding, and she really had no choice.

So, she got out the car and walked up to his door. She knocked twice taking a deep breath before he opened the door.

And when he did, oh the sight was glorious. He wore casual dark blue jeans and a crisp white muscle shirt. His hair had been rumpled and he had a shadow of hair on his chin making him look deliciously rugged. He had white socks on and a roguish smile on his face.

And Callie had never felt so strongly turned on by a man’s appearance like that. He looked good enough to eat.

Callie immediately snapped out of it. Visibly drooling over the man wasn’t the game plan she had. She quickly put a smile on her face and said, “Mister Powers it’s so nice to see you again.”

He opened the door wider for her to come in. And—Callie hoped she was dreaming this too—it felt like he brushed his nose against her hair as she walked by.

“I told you to call me Devon,” he said walking passed her and into the dining room.

Callie ignored him, and took in her surroundings. It was so dim. There were candles on the wall but they didn’t do much to brighten up the place. As she followed she heard her heels clicking against the marble floor. It was deafly quiet, and when she was around this man she didn’t like quiet.

“So,” she started awkwardly taking in the back view of his body. “How long have you been working with my sister?”

He glanced behind his shoulder and flashed her a sexy grin.

Callie’s heart raced triple speed by the sight of that. She didn’t know what that meant. First he was nice, then he was rude, and now he was…seductive? Spontaneity wasn’t really her strong suit.

“A couple of years,” he said stopping in the entrance of the dining room.

She stopped just in time for him to turn around and meet her gaze. She smiled nervously tightly clutching her shoulder purse in her arms. This couldn’t have been more awkward.

“I thought I might start with d'oeuvres,” he murmured the look in his eyes completely hinting at something else.

Callie gripped her purse harder keeping that smile plastered on her face. “Okay,” she said nervously chuckling.

“Please sit,” he offered pulling a chair out for her.

Callie sat down rather quickly. She had to keep reminding herself this interview was for her wedding! She saw him disappear into another room she assumed was the kitchen. She looked down at the dining table. A rectangular-shaped oak table and chairs dating back probably to the 1800’s. He sure was a purist, she thought. One candle was lit which sent flickering shadows against what look like dark red painted walls. The overall feel of the dining room was made to be sensual…passionate… Callie had imagined herself on the oak table waiting to be fed her appetizer…