Nancy Warren - Her Valentine Fantasy

Tonight’s sinful dessert special…Valentine’s Fantasy

The tasty dish from Benedict restaurant is everything Jessica Lafayette could want…or crave. And it’s not the dessert in front of her—it’s her waiter. A guy with dark, intense eyes that suggest he wants to slowly lick whipped cream off her skin. A smile so wicked it makes her insides lava-cake gooey. And a too-hot-to-handle body that was meant to be tasted…

Yup, Sam the waiter is better than chocolate.

But what Jessica doesn’t know is that her one-night-waiter is actually Sam Benedict, upscale restaurateur. And that her little lie about being from out of town is going to turn into a big deal. Now Jessica is in deep hot chocolate…because her Valentine Fantasy is starting to look a lot like a red-hot reality!

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For Dani Collins,

who was there from the beginning.

Dear Reader,

Have you ever had an embarrassing experience in front of a hot guy? Of course you have!

Recently, I was having dinner with my friend Dani Collins in Atlanta and we were so busy chatting that I accidentally slipped my hotel room key card into the bill folder instead of my credit card. The hot waiter came back and showed me my mistake. Embarrassing! Did he think I was inviting him up to my room? Luckily, I have been reading Cosmo magazine for enough years now that I called on my fun, fearless inner female and was able to laugh about the incident with the waiter and Dani. After he left, she said, “That would make a great opening for a story.”

I had to agree. As I began dreaming up story ideas, I came up with the idea of a single career girl facing down Valentine’s Day. Everywhere she looks there are sexy window displays and hearts and flowers. I dreamed up a romantic restaurant in Seattle, a city I love. And a chocolate fantasy dessert. Ah, fantasy.

Imagine the sexiest man walked straight out of your fantasies and into your life. Imagine he brought chocolate…

I hope you enjoy Her Valentine Fantasy. I love to hear from readers, you can connect with me anytime at http://www.nancywarren.net

Happy reading!

Nancy Warren

Contemporary, sexy stories for sassy women

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Bestselling author Nancy Warren lives in the Pacific Northwest, where her hobbies include skiing, hiking and snowshoeing. She’s an author of more than thirty novels and novellas for Mills & Boon and has won numerous awards. Visit her website at www.nancywarren.netfor news on upcoming titles including the Last Bachelor Standing trilogy from Mills & Boon Blaze.

MILLS & BOON BLAZE

19—LIVE A LITTLE!

47—WHISPER

57—BREATHLESS

85—BY THE BOOK

114—STROKE OF MIDNIGHT

“Tantalizing”

209—PRIVATE RELATIONS

275—INDULGE

389—FRENCH KISSING

452—UNDER THE INFLUENCE

502—POWER PLAY

526—TOO HOT TO HANDLE

553—MY FAKE FIANCÉE

569—THE EX FACTOR

597—FACE-OFF

706—JUST ONE NIGHT

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Sam Benedict was a professional voyeur. All good waiters were, he thought, as he watched the mini-drama at table 12. A waiter had to gauge the mood of a table, to be unobtrusive and efficient, so he didn’t get somebody pissing all over him for interrupting a conversation or pissing all over him for not showing up in time to take orders. Most customers expected waiters to read minds. Most good waiters did.

At least, that was Sam’s opinion. And probably the reason he never minded grabbing a shift if a waiter flaked. As the owner of Benedict, the hottest restaurant in Seattle, getting out front gave him a chance to interact with the foodies and have-to-be-trendies who kept him in business in the notoriously tough restaurant trade.

But the woman at table 12 would have caught his attention anywhere. She was gorgeous, in a blue slip of a dress that showed off her curves, but not in a hey, I’m hot, do me sort of way. More like a hint of sexiness that kept men wondering. Her hair was neither blond nor brown. It was an intriguing mix of the two. Her eyes were a clear gray with hints of blue and green that reminded him of the Pacific Northwest skies.

What was she doing with that dick? That girl and her date went together like ice cream and cod liver oil.

He figured these two for a first date. Probably met online. Ever since Benedict got voted Best Place for a Romantic Date in Seattle Magazine there had been more of them than ever. He’d seen plenty of dot-com first dates be wildly successful. He’d seen plenty more die on the vine. This one was dead before it started. Every time he approached their table the conversation was more stilted than the last time. The dude was completely self-involved and about as interesting as belly-button lint.

While the woman— Normally, he barely noticed the actual guests. They were numbers: seat one, table 14. If he thought of them individually it was in relation to their food order. Seat one was the halibut, two was the garlic allergy, that kind of thing. But this woman had caught his attention from the second she’d walked in, all long legs and big eyes that glanced around her with keen interest. He’d felt a buzz of energy coming from her. He’d never believed in sexual magnetism—thought it was a stupid term for horniness—but this woman truly drew him to her and he couldn’t resist any more than an iron filing could resist a super-magnet.

She’d started out lively and fun but had slowly given up as the bore kept talking over her.

He’d caught her eye a time or two and he’d resisted the urge to boot the loser out of there, sit down across from her and show her how a real date acted.

Except he wasn’t her date. He was her waiter for the evening and apart from singeing his eyeballs every time he looked at her, which he couldn’t help, he was the perfect waiter. Although he had to wonder.

Really? What were they thinking? Valentine’s Day was a week away. If he were ever asked his advice, based on his years as a professional voyeur, he’d say never try to start a relationship in early February. Too much pressure with the fourteenth looming like the Day of Doom.

The two seemed to be done with dinner, so he waited for the bore to finish another anecdote where he was the hero of his office, but before he could offer dessert the guy was pushing back his chair.