I've missed you guys! Here is a little teaser for ya, to hold you over until I start posting When Live Gives You a French Man: Part 2! It's coming along and I hope to start posting it by the middle of this week. Don't forget to follow me/keep checking my profile for updates on that :) Tell me what you guys think!

Without further ado, a little Matteo and Aleena for you.


A Tease for a Tease

Here she was now, once again in a compromising position with him. He loved it. His smirk became wolfish and he licked his lips, his eyes slowly perusing her body. She'd dressed for the occasion, her white dress pants hugging her hips and flaring out, gold scoop neck doing wonders for her cleavage, and peep-toed heels, she was a sight for sore eyes. Matteo was certain her picture in the paper would have people rushing to reserve a spot at the party if the article itself didn't.

"You look delicious today." Chef Matteo murmured, his eyes finally meeting hers. Her glare returned, appreciating his approval while not appreciating how he looked at her like she was a piece of meat.

"Thank you, but stop looking at me like you want to eat me." His eyes flashed, "I think eating you would be a pleasurable experience for both of us." He licked his lips. She shoved him away from her but a little laugh escaped as she bit her lip. "You are impossible. Come on, we have work to do. We'll talk about Chase later."

"Merde," Matteo cursed under his breath. He was hoping she would forget about the Chase thing.

She heard his curse and smirked at him, "Don't think you can distract me so easily, Matteo. You forget that I know you so well."

"Oh, I don't forget," Matteo said as he followed her into the kitchen, "I just think we could get to know each other in a different way…a more—"

"Okay, stop." She nudged him with her hip, "Chase was right, what has gotten into you?"

They weaved their way through the kitchen, heading to the dining room to do their usual rounds. "What, I'm not allowed to appreciate your beauty just because I'm your best friend?"

She flushed at his words while smiling at customers, "Oh, you are. You've just never been so blatantly obvious about it before," she whispered to him before stopping at a table to check up on the guests there.

He rested his hand on her hip as they conversed with the older couple at the table. She felt her skin tingle under his touch. He's never been so blatantly obvious about it and she'd never been so damn affected by it. She was in trouble.

No more aphrodisiacal dishes for them.