Pure Indulgence

Jillian licked bits of chocolate from her full bottom lip, obviously not wanting to waste even a crumb of the dessert. “You’ll have them all salivating for more.”

With a smile at her sister’s reply, Kayla glanced across the industrial-sized prep table separating them. They were alone in the kitchen area of Pure Indulgence since her two other employees were handling the front counter while Kayla prepared for the Commerce function that evening.

“I’ll just be happy if I can drum up a bit of extra catering business,” Kayla said.

“I have no doubts that you will.” Jillian set her empty plate in the sink, came up beside Kayla, and started putting the small, fancy cakes onto a scalloped paper liner to help speed up the packaging process. “You’re doing so great. Look at all that you’ve accomplished.”

Jillian’s tone was infused with genuine pride as she swept a quick glance around the back of the shop, taking in the cakes and pastries cooling on bakery racks, and the refrigerators filled with dozens of different desserts. “I always knew you’d be a success in your own right. No other place in San Diego comes close to creating desserts as outstanding as yours.”

Kayla appreciated Jillian’s support more than she could ever express. Despite a childhood spent with a mother constantly pitting them against one another, they’d managed to remain close. The bond had become even stronger after their mother had passed away and was no longer around to interfere in their lives.

“I learned most of my skills during those summers with Grandma Thomas. She taught me my way around a kitchen and how to bake from scratch,” Kayla said fondly. “But you’re the one that made Pure Indulgence, and all this, possible.”

Her sister made a pfft sound that Kayla recognized as a dismissal of her gratitude. “I might have helped to get your own bakery shop opened, but you’re the one who made it solvent after six months’ time. I had nothing to do with that.”

“You know I can’t thank you enough for your help.” Financially and emotionally, her sister had been a rock for Kayla the past year.

Jillian’s green eyes softened. “It was my pleasure. Truly.”

Kayla finished filling the tray and started on another, knowing deep in her heart that Jillian had more to do with her success than she’d ever admit or take credit for. When her sister had retired from her modeling career in New York nearly a year ago and returned to San Diego to start out fresh and new, Kayla had been working during the day as a secretary and spending her nights as a cocktail waitress. She’d been scrimping and saving so she could afford to open a small bakery. While she’d managed to accumulate quite a nest egg, she’d been years away from her goal.

Jillian, who’d made an ungodly amount of money as a cover model, had insisted on giving Kayla the cash she needed to open her bakery. Even after putting away every penny, Kayla would have been able to afford nothing more than a small shop in a run-down grocery center. Her sister had landed her a prime spot in Seaport Village, one of San Diego’s most exclusive shopping plazas.

Kayla had been overwhelmed by her sister’s generosity and had sworn she’d pay back every last cent, but Jillian wouldn’t hear of it. It was a gift, she’d said, so Kayla could finally follow her own dreams.

“You know,” Jillian said as she absently bit into a mocha butterball she filched from a nearby tray, “since tonight’s function is being held by the Chamber of Commerce, I’m betting there’s going to be plenty of single businessmen milling about, which means this could be a ripe opportunity for you to snag a guy and end your run of celibacy.”

Kayla rolled her eyes. “Easy for you to say, and not so easy for me to do,” she teased.

“It’s not so easy for me either,” Jillian replied in a guarded tone that Kayla understood all too well.

She watched Jillian polish off the gourmet candy, envying the way her gorgeous, slender sister could put away so many sweets without any weight gain, while all Kayla had to do was inhale the scent of sugar and an extra pound seemed to find its way to her already curvaceous hips. While their naturally blond hair and green eyes were sisterly traits they had in common, that’s where the physical resemblance between them ended.

Despite Jillian’s successful modeling career, the two of them shared the same self-doubts when it came to men. Kayla, who’d always been compared to her beautiful, thin sister by their mother, was especially self-conscious. Most men judged women by their looks, as Kayla had learned the hard way.

Kayla was softly rounded thanks to the extra twenty pounds she couldn’t seem to shed permanently, no matter how hard she tried. In Jillian’s case, all men saw were centerfold curves and not the warm, intelligent woman inside who craved the same kind of unconditional acceptance that Kayla did. It amazed Kayla how opposite she and her sister were in stature and appearance, how differently they were raised as children, yet as adults they shared a very common bond because of those contrasts.

When Jillian had returned from New York emotionally shattered after a relationship gone bad, she and Kayla had made a pact that neither of them would ever again compromise their identities to please a man.

Unfortunately, that alliance didn’t help to soothe Kayla’s more sensual cravings. To make matters worse, her needs had become heightened by the experimental chocolate aphrodisiacs she’d secretly started creating, and sampling. If all went well and she was able to substantiate that the candies did, indeed, boost a person’s sex drive, she’d have a surefire seller to add to her current line of desserts.

But in the meantime, with only herself to test those specialty candies, her body and hormones were becoming increasingly stimulated. Just a few bites left her aroused and aching for the touch of a man’s hands, the caress of his mouth on her breasts, the heat and friction of his body within hers. It had been much too long since she’d experienced those kinds of sensual intimacies with a man, and she was beginning to wonder if she needed to do something about her long run of abstinence, as her sister had suggested.

Her new creations would provide the perfect opportunity, if she was able to find a man she was attracted to. Based on what her candies did to a person’s libido, she’d be able to reap the benefits of a short, fun affair at the same time that she conducted her experiment. Once she proved that her creations met certain criteria, she would be ready to take the candies public.

Shaking off her thoughts for now, she snapped a clear, plastic lid onto the full tray of petits fours and retrieved the cut-up fruit and fondue sauces from the refrigerator. She added them to the growing stack of items she planned to take to the banquet tonight. “Tell you what, I’ll do my best to check out the unattached businessmen, but I won’t make any promises. I’m there to work, Jillian, not troll for men.”

Her sister made a playful face. “You know what they say about all work and no play…”

“Yeah, too much play makes the bills pile up and bankruptcy loom like a dark cloud.” For good measure, Kayla jabbed her sister in the side where she was ticklish.

“Okay, okay,” Jillian relented around breathless laughter. “Just try to keep an open mind while you’re working. One of us has to find our Prince Charming and live happily ever after.”

They spent the next hour boxing up the rest of the cakes and other desserts, then transferred them into the shop’s van that Kayla used for deliveries. Just as Kayla came back into the kitchen after loading up the last of the order, she caught her sister eyeing a plastic container of candies with too much interest.

“Hey, what are these over here?” Jillian asked, slanting Kayla a curious glance.

“They’re a new candy I just created.” She wiped down the stainless-steel countertops, all the while watching Jillian to make sure she kept her hands to herself. “I’m calling them Heavenly Kisses.”

An amused grin tipped the corner of Jillian’s mouth. “I love the name. Very sensual. What’s in them?”

“Espresso butter cream and caramel covered in white chocolate.” And a secret ingredient that claimed to stimulate lust in the person who consumed it.

“Oh, yum.” Enthusiasm deepened Jillian’s voice, and before Kayla could stop her, she opened the plastic lid, picked up one of the smooth, creamy-looking candies, and inhaled its scent. “It smells wonderful. I bet it tastes just as good.” She opened her mouth to take a bite.

Kayla sucked in a quick breath and released it on a long “noooo!” At the same moment, she lunged toward her sister, nearly tackling her in her haste to get the candy out of her hand. Thankfully, she managed to extricate the chocolate from her fingers before Jillian could eat it.

Jillian jumped back in startled surprise and frowned at her. “Geez, Kayla, you’re acting like that candy is poisoned or something.”

Definitely or something. Kayla put the candy back into the container and snapped the lid on tight. “Do you have to put everything into your mouth?” she asked, unable to tamp her exasperation over her sister’s habit of grazing while she was at the bakery. In this case, she would have gotten more than she bargained for.

“Hey, I’m very selective about what goes into this mouth of mine.” Jillian’s tone was defensive, but the amusement glimmering in her eyes contradicted her indignation.

Kayla ducked her head sheepishly. Undoubtedly her reaction was out of character and extreme, but she’d just saved Jillian’s libido from being whipped into a frenzy of need. And she wasn’t prepared to let anyone in on her secret just yet—not until she had a chance to test the candies more thoroughly.

She faced her sister again, and summoned an excuse for her odd behavior. “I’m sorry, Jilly. I didn’t mean to get so upset. It’s just that I’m not ready for anyone to taste these just yet.”

Jillian’s lip puffed out in a feigned pout that only enhanced how beautiful she was. “And here I thought I was your official taste tester.”

Kayla put the candies in her tote bag to take home, so no one else would try to eat them without her knowledge. “I promise you’ll get a chance to sample them, just as soon as I’m satisfied with the recipe.”

“Oh, all right.” Seemingly satisfied with that compromise, Jillian wrapped Kayla in a warm, affectionate hug. The significance of the embrace made Kayla smile. As kids they’d made an agreement that any fight or argument followed by a hug meant all was forgiven. As adults, the wordless pact was still as meaningful as ever.

“Good luck tonight.” Jillian grabbed her designer purse and slung it over her shoulder. “Call me later to let me know how things go, okay?”

“I will.”

Kayla watched Jillian sashay from the kitchen, and could only shake her head when her sister snatched a Chantilly cream puff from a cooling rack on her way out the back exit.

JACK TREMAINE WAS SEDUCED by her smile. As sweet and addictive as the desserts she was serving, the teasing curve to her sensual mouth lured his attention back to her time and again. Her laughter had the same effect, a husky, playful sound that instigated a spark of desire low in his belly.

The instantaneous response was unlike anything he’d experienced in a very long time, and he was undeniably intrigued by this woman’s ability to affect him with nothing more than an impish grin, lilting laughter, and sparkling green eyes. Years of being on the receiving end of so many women’s scheming smiles and sly designs of becoming Mrs. Jack Tremaine had obviously jaded him. She was like a breath of fresh spring air.

He took a drink of his cold beer to douse the heat spreading through his veins. He heard the business-related dialogue going on around him but was far more interested in watching the lovely lady interact with the guests than in participating in the conversation. Wearing a uniform of black skirt and white blouse, she moved with natural grace as she served the guests standing in line at the linen-draped dessert table. He assumed she was a waitress employed by the banquet facility hosting the San Diego Chamber of Commerce’s Annual Dinner. Despite the plain outfit, there was no denying that she had the kind of sexy, voluptuous body a man could lose himself in for hours, days, years. Her breasts were full and soft-looking, definitely more than a generous handful, and her curvaceous hips and long legs were designed to cradle a man in between.

There was nothing dainty, delicate, or overtly sophisticated about her, and that, along with her complete lack of pretense, drew him too.

She glanced up after serving a man a slice of some kind of cheesecake she’d just topped with caramel sauce and whipped cream, and their gazes met and held. She appeared startled to find him staring at her, and the amiable smile on her lips wavered. She even cast a quick, surreptitious look around to make sure that she was the one who’d captured his attention. Then she tipped her head and gave him an uncertain smile.