Tabitha
I sense Gabriel before I see him.
I don't know how long I’ve been here, sitting on the stool and listening to Giampi’s stories about his nonna. The short, curly-haired Italian chef is hilarious. Even Buttons–who I now know as James–has a dry wit that cracks me up.
My stomach is full, I’m warm and settled, but there’s a little flutter in my chest. Like a compass needle, always searching for its true north.
I swivel on my chair, and there he is, standing in the doorway, looking like he wants to punish me all over again. Or eat me out and feed me his c*m.
Probably all three.
Chef Giampi and James greet him, but he has eyes for only me.
“Hello, dragon,” I say.
“Leave us,” he orders softly, and Chef Giampi and James exit the room right away.
Smoke streams from his nostrils. H
