A Madaris Bride for Christmas

“Thanks. We’ll see.”

“I saw one of the owners today when he was showing a group of men around. All the men were extremely handsome but Mr. Madaris stood out,” Jodie was saying.

Carly glanced over at her. “In what way?”

“Where everybody else got an A, in my book he got an A-plus.”

Carly couldn’t help but chuckle. “An A-plus?”

“Yes, doubly so.”

Carly shrugged, not imagining any man looking that good...except that guy she had danced with on the balcony two nights ago. She wondered if he’d checked out of the hotel by now. And that wasn’t the only thing she wondered about him. What was he doing in Vegas alone? Where was he from? She had picked up on a Southern accent.

Did he have a girl back home? Now was a fine time to think about that—after she’d plastered a kiss on him. But then he had plastered one on her as well. He had been the one to take the kiss to another level, not her. But still...

“Your dessert is really good,” Jodie said, interrupting Carly’s thoughts.

Carly glanced over to where Jodie was sitting on a stool at a counter, stuffing her face with Pi-Sky. Carly smiled. “Thanks.”

Chef Blanchard had put a lot of faith in her, and more than anything she didn’t want to disappoint him.

* * *

“Sweet Allah, that was the best pie I’ve ever eaten,” exclaimed Sheikh Rasheed Valdemon.

“Evidently,” his wife, Johari, said, smiling. “You ate three slices. If you eat any more you’ll gain too much to get on the plane.”

Everyone around the table chuckled, but Lee agreed with Rasheed. Even he had asked for seconds. The entire meal had been tremendous, but what topped it off was the excellent dessert. Rasheed and Lee weren’t the only ones who thought so. Others at the table were singing its praises too.

“Who is the chef for this restaurant?” Sheikh Jamal Yasir asked Lee and Angelo. “I’m tempted to sweep him or her off to my country to work in the palace.”

Lee laughed. “Then maybe we need to keep Chef Blanchard under lock and key for the rest of your visit. But it’s only fair for you to meet him.”

He then said to a waiter standing nearby, “Please tell Chef Blanchard that my dinner party would like to meet him.” The waiter nodded before quickly walking off. Lee was glad that things were going so well and that his potential investors were impressed.

Everyone looked up when the tall, lanky man wearing a huge white chef toque and chef jacket approached their table. Lee stood. “Everyone, this is Chef Blanchard, the person responsible for our very delicious meal as well as the outstanding service we received.”

Compliments were bestowed upon the man who beamed at all the accolades. “Thank you all. I’m glad you enjoyed everything. I have an excellent staff whose goal tonight was to make sure your dining experience at Peyton’s Place was first-class.”

“It was,” Rasheed said. “And that dessert...Pi-Sky it was called? It was simply superb. I’ve never tasted anything quite like it. It reminds me of Australia’s pavlova, but the meringue and whipped cream are different, somewhat lighter, with a different taste. And the crust—my goodness. You used King Arthur flour. It’s what the cooks use all the time at the palace in my country.”

Chef Blanchard continued to beam. “I can’t take any credit for the dessert. It was prepared by my pastry chef. It’s her own secret recipe. It’s quite delicious, and I asked her to prepare it just for tonight.”

“Thank you for having her do that,” Mitch Farrell said, grinning. Like Rasheed, he had eaten three slices. Lee figured he would have asked for a fourth if Gina hadn’t slid his plate away. Most likely all the men, including him, would be hitting the gym in the morning.

“Is she still here? Your pastry chef?” Diamond asked. “We would like to thank her personally.”

Chef Blanchard’s smile spread even more. “Yes, yes, most certainly. I think she would like that. She has only been with us for a little over a month.”

“As long as she keeps making desserts like this,” Lee said with a grin, “I can assure you that she’ll be here for a very long time.”

Chef Blanchard turned to one of the waiters. “Please ask Chef Briggs to step out here for a minute.”

* * *

Carly was wrapping up the leftover dessert. It would be served tomorrow morning at the poolside café as a midmorning treat. Not much remained and that was a sign that Pi-Sky had been a big hit tonight.

Several of the sous chefs had joined Jodie at the counter to get a taste of the dessert that Jodie was moaning over with each bite she slid into her mouth. “Thanks to you, I’ll have to get up and go walking in the morning,” Jodie said.

Since she didn’t sound too bothered by the prospect, Carly gave Jodie only a quick glance as she continued what she was doing. “No one is twisting your arm to eat that pie, you know.”

“Yes. I know,” Jodie said, inhaling deeply between each bite. “The only thing missing is a nice glass of wine. I think I will—”

“Excuse me.” Mickey, one of the waiters, interrupted them. “Chef Blanchard wants you out front, Chef Briggs. Everyone loved your dessert and wants to meet you personally.”

Carly noticed the kitchen got quiet. All the other chefs had stopped what they were doing to stare at her. And she knew why. Typically, when dinner guests had compliments for the cooks, thanking the executive chef would suffice since preparing a delicious meal was a collective effort. To be singled out was definitely a feather in her cap.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Jodie said with a huge grin on her face. “Get going. And smile prettily at the owner...the one that’s single. And if you can pull Diamond Swain aside, please tell her that I’ve seen every single movie she’s made but my favorite is still Black Butterfly. And that I would love for her and Sterling Hamilton to make another movie together, and that I am one of her biggest fans.”

Carly smiled at Jodie as she straightened the toque on her head and smoothed down her jacket, grateful there weren’t any chocolate stains on it tonight. “I wouldn’t know the owners from anyone else. Besides, I doubt I’ll get the chance to say anything and you know it,” Carly said.

She drew in a deep breath as she followed Mickey out of the kitchen. When they rounded the corner she saw that the guests were all standing around, chatting and shaking hands. She knew that meant the dinner party was ending. The women were dressed in outfits as beautiful as they were. Chef Blanchard was standing tall, but he wasn’t as tall as several of the other men.

Carly recognized Diamond Swain immediately. The woman was simply gorgeous. Carly tried not to stare too hard at the handsome man standing by the movie actress’s side with his arm around her waist.

Suddenly the crowd shifted and Carly’s breath caught. She almost stumbled. She could only see the man’s profile but she knew it was him. She would recognize those broad masculine shoulders anywhere.

What is Lee doing here?

Everyone must have heard her approach since they all turned around. Her gaze connected with Lee’s. And when it did, her heart pounded, a tingling sensation swirled around in her stomach and a rush of intense heat swept through her.

It was all she could do to continue walking toward the group knowing his eyes were on her every step.

Chapter 3

“Chef Briggs, I asked you to come out because our dinner guests were quite taken with the dessert you made.”

Lee watched the woman who’d been on his mind since he’d seen her two nights ago. She was a chef? Here? At his hotel? She hadn’t mentioned anything about it that night—in fact she’d claimed to be a guest at the Grand MD. Why had she lied?

Even dressed in her chef garb she looked beautiful. After making initial eye contact, she refused to look at him. But he was definitely looking at her. Her features were exquisite.

He heard Diamond, Jake, Rasheed and others give her compliment after compliment, and somehow he could tell that she wasn’t used to getting such praise. Since he knew the others expected him to say something complimentary as well, he extended his hand to her.

“I’m Lee Madaris. The dessert was delicious.” He made the introduction for the benefit of the others who had no idea of his and Carly’s prior encounter. It was better if no one knew until the two of them could talk.

Following his lead, she shook his hand. Immediately a surge of warmth filled him. “Thanks, Mr. Madaris.”

Had she actually placed emphasis on his name or had he just imagined it? With nothing more to be said, she returned to the kitchen. Lee watched her retreat. If she thought for one minute this was the end of things, then she was mistaken.