Sorry Honey, the Bachelor Wanted the Cheesecake
A/N:Allo mon amis! I am back! I bring you another chapter and thank you for the reviews.
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This chapter's somewhat short.
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Market Rush-Thanks for reviewing. You thought Kein was going to rob her? Hahaha. That's a funny thought. I'm glad you actually make my recipes. Though I hope you're not gaining as much weight as I am, trying out recipes. Hehehe... Here's another recipe! Hope you enjoy!
The Fourth Musketeer-Thank you for your opinion and I'll work on that. I hope you continue to read and review my story.
Namarie-Yes, pastries are good. They're my passion. And I'm glad you appriciate them.
Spread-My-Wingz-And-Soar- Aww...you should bake from scratch! It's much more satisfying to eat something you worked hard on. And I can assure you, scratch baking tastes WAY better than box. Personally, I don't like box mixes, unless the recipe calls for it, like my Death by Chocolate (In chapter II//that dessert is one the most heavy and creamy and delicious I have ever tasted). Brownies are the most simple of desserts. I can give you a recipe if you'd like. And you be the judge :)
lovingserenity-Patience is a vertue, my friend (I actually hate that quote). The 'M' will be there as the story progresses. My story is not lemon-filled. I don't write those kinds of stories. The rating is mostly 'cause of the sexual tension and the language. But there will be lemon. Don't worry.
Ch3rrylips-I'm sure you're not fat. But you're right, that recipe is certainly scruptious. It tastes good (of course) with coffee or tea, whichever you prefer. Thank you for reviewing, and here's the next chapter.
Alexandria1- So you just want to be an all-around chef? Both Pastry and Savory? Cool. Personally, I'm not so good at cooking, my talent is really in pastry. Is it really okay if you send me some recipes? Densha thanks you from the bottom of her heart.
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Chapter four: Sai and Naruto
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Sai and Naruto's How-to-get-her Easy Strawberry Shortcake
2-layers of store-bought shortcake or pound cake
2 cups heavy cream
1 big marshmallow
½-cup sugar
1-2 pints fresh, picked and washed strawberries
Confectioners' sugar, for dusting
As we all know, women love strawberries, whipped cream and cake. Let's face it; it's a winner if you want to bag her. And the best thing about this recipe is that you can fool the girl into thinking you took the time to make the cake yourself.
Start by whipping the cream, this recipe you can do by yourself, just for added effort. So place the heavy cream in your mixer on the highest speed then slowly add the sugar. While that's whipping, take the marshmallow and place it in a bowl and microwave it for ten seconds or until it's melted.
Now that the cream's whipped, fold in the melted marshmallow. I know you're wondering why we're putting a marshmallow in whipped cream. The marshmallow actually keeps the whipped cream hard and stiff for a longer period of time. It's like the Viagra of whipped cream, to put it simply.
Okay, almost done. Take the cake layers and—if there is one—cut off the hump on top of the cake, just to make it even, but slice just one cake layer—the bottom layer. Turn the cakes upside-down and spread half of the whipped cream on top of one layer. You can ask the maid to cut the strawberries, lengthwise is best. And just fan those pieces on top of the cream, you can decide on how thick of a layer you want it. Top that with the remaining whipped cream and the next cake layer and place the cake in the refrigerator. Since that's done, get yourself ready then tell the maids to prepare dinner. It's show time.
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Remembering her motive with the man in front of her, she set down her mug. "Getting to serious matters, I want to discuss with you the reason I bought you."
Sasuke took a sip of coffee and looked into her eyes, smiling. "You ground your own coffee beans don't you? Not only that, you put cinnamon and chocolate in it. This tastes amazing." He said, taking another sip. "If I could ask, do you sell this?"
Sakura nodded. "Mmm...Sure, I'll give you a package later. And yes, I do ground them myself."
"You were saying about why you bought me?"
"Mmm." She said, looking down in her cup,
"Well?"
"Pictures."
When Sasuke heard that, he raised an eyebrow. Pictures? She paid fifteen grand just for pictures?? "Excuse me? Pictures?"
Sakura nodded again. "Pictures."
The mug nearly dropped from his fingers, the coffee sloshing around the pastel colored mug. No. He couldn't do that. Nothing with his name, his father would fucking skin him alive! Not to mention Itachi's face in the next family gathering. Sasuke shuddered. He could see it now; his father's unsuppressed rage, Itachi's smug arrogant face. Sasuke shuddered again, he hated that face.
When it came to women, his family's dignity was fine but when it came to pictures...it was a big no-no.
"Pictures? Of me doing what exactly?"
"Eating." She said simply.
"And you'd do that because of what? Why? You want to make a fast buck and you're going to blackmail me?"
She just had to laugh. In fact, she was nearly brought to tears. Wiping the fallen droplets, she looked at him, still laughing. "No, silly. That is by far, the stupidest idea I have ever heard." But then she paused, tapping her finger on her chin. "But that's actually a pretty good idea. Maybe I'll reserve that as a plan B if you don't cooperate." She grinned.
"Okay...if it's not blackmail," He leaned his elbows on the table and brought his face just a few inches from her face. "Then it must be something very disreputable."
Sasuke lifted the glass dome from the plate on the table, snagged a Danish and took a bite. "Let me guess...You have a baking fetish and I am your sex toy?" He said the last part with a lecherous smirk.
Sakura flushed a deep pink...a color, Sasuke decided, he liked very much. He watched in complete amusement as she plastered on a glare. His smirk widened. Another thing Sasuke decided he liked very much: Her angry face. It was cute on how Sakura would react to his rebuttals. Sakura snatched the Danish from his hand. "I do not get kinky with my food." Since she, herself was hungry, took a bite. "What I have is a bakery that's in need of help."
"So you paid fifteen grand on me instead of...paying rent? Posters? Doing any kind of publicity?"
"I already did all of those, got a half-pager in Konoha food. I also did flyers, posters, TV commercials and radio ads." God, she got a headache every time she thought of all the money she had spent. She stood and took out her margarita cheesecake in the refrigerator. Booze and cheesecake always soothed her headaches, hence the reason why she created the recipe. She sliced herself quite a considerable piece and taking practically half the piece: she ate it exasperatedly.
"I also hired a business consultant, turned out to be the biggest scam I ever fell for. All he did was tell me things that I already knew! And he just kept—"
She stood, taking the cheesecake with her.
As she rambled on, Sasuke took her distraction as an opportunity to get a taste of the cheesecake. The moment it hit his tongue, flavors exploded in his mouth. There was lemon—definitely lemon...orange too, vanilla and of course the familiar taste of booze. It was so creamy, so rich. But at the same time, you could distinctly taste the margarita essence in it. He could imagine himself eating this during the summer.
Damn...this is good. I wish they served this during the auction.
Sasuke took another bite and hid the plate behind his back as Sakura turned to him. "What did the guy say?
"Said I needed more business." She waved her f0rk around the empty room. "Well duh." Then took another chunk of cheesecake.
"Why didn't you take the easy route? Get a partner, a loan?" He said, still admiring the lingering flavor of the cheesecake in his mouth. If she had asked him to be a partner, he'd gladly do it.
But she shrugged, as if it should never-ever be considered. "I prefer not sharing the little I already make. In addition, I like going to the top on my own. I accepted help once, and I learned I shouldn't ever do it again."
Sasuke forgot about the cheesecake and just looked into her eyes. There was passion and aspiring success in it. She really wanted to make this work. "You're not like any woman I know, Haruno Sakura."
She turned to him, her eyebrow raised. "Why? Because I'm not wearing Donna Karen? Or Gucci? Or driving a CLS?"
Sasuke shook his head. How many times must they fight about this? "Any woman could look good in labeled clothing or look glamorous in a fancy car." He said, his gaze on her frame. Sasuke decided Sakura would definitely look good in a trash bag. Or couture. Or in his bed...naked. He liked that the most. But he had to be serious. "You know that's not what I meant. You're independent, you run this place practically by yourself and though you're in quite the financial ditch, still took the risk at the auction. Now the people in my peer circle, if ever they get into a financial ditch they would never believe in such a financial risk...well mostly because none of them even work. They just speed-dial daddy and it's all okay."
She tilted her head a little, the fork hanging in between her lips. "Ever?"
"Not if they can help it. I mean, those people are just as you described them. For them work is a hobby not a necessity. If they need money, it's just a call to daddy."
"And you're not like that?"
He shook his head. "I try not to spend too much of the money they give me. But I do splurge once in a while."
She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Is that why you bought a mansion in Okinawa and a villa in the Napa valley?"
"I didn't buy those. The mansion in Okinawa was a birthday gift from Sai and Naruto and a few other people, while the one in Napa was from my parents and my brother."
"They gave you mansions for your birthday?"
He shrugged "It's their money. I won't stop them from doing what they want."
She walked over to him, reached behind his back and grabbed the cheesecake, and took a big bite. Sasuke looked flabbergasted. How had she known?? But she didn't look angry, in fact, she looked more as if she was thinking. Or rather, hungry.
"Hmm...I'd enjoy all that money and fame." She took another bite. "For about six months. Then I'd probably go crazy." She grinned.
"I sometimes do." Maybe that's what he felt. A little crazy, having all that money. Maybe he needed a vacation. He looked at Sakura again, his gaze swimming from her head to her toes. Oh yes, he'd definitely like a vacation on that nice little island.
"That's good to hear." She sliced another piece and brought it to his lips. When he blinked at her, she blinked back. "What, Uchiha? Haven't you had a girl feed you before? Fine, I'll teach you, say 'Ahh'." She said, opening her own mouth, as if feeding a baby. When she finally got him to eat it, she beamed at him. Sasuke stared at her. Was she drunk? Sure, there was liquor in the cheesecake but it wasn't enough to even get a child drunk. How much had she drunk during the auction?
As if reading his mind, Sakura answered. "I'm not drunk."
Sasuke shrugged, as if saying he wasn't thinking it or didn't do it, though he obviously was/did. Something he perfected since he was in his—what his father liked to call it—'mischievous years'.
"Alright, Sasuke. I can't sell my Danish now that you have your teeth marks in it." She reached behind him again, grabbing the Danish he thought he had hidden.
He shrugged that shrug again. "Hey, it might help you. At one interview, Naruto's hair and make up artist sold the brush she used on him, it made almost three-thousand yen on the internet. And that was just for a few hair strands, who knows what a bitten Danish can do for you." He grinned.
"Well, I'm not going to sell anything of yours, yet. As I've said, I have plans for you and I want to start as soon as possible." She walked over to behind the counter and threw him an apron. Sasuke blinked at the white fabric, holding it up. It was a normal apron except for the stores logo on the front in the same hand-written script as her glass windows.
Something told Sasuke that he wasn't just going in the back room and baking—nope. Something told him it was something his father, his grandfather and all of his ancestors will not like. Nope, not one bit. Something told Sasuke that this would bring nothing but trouble to his name. The Uchiha name.
He felt his heart rate quicken. There was a feeling in his gut, this was the second time he had felt this feeling today, the feeling that said 'NEVER, under any circumstances, let Sakura drive.'
To be continued...A/N: It's sooooooo short! I'm sorry!
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If any of y'all want the margarita cheesecake recipe, just ask, I'll post it.
Now, before I go, I want to apologize for all those who see my message to Yeohman, except yeohman himself/herself, of course. It's just that, I am really pissed at what he/she said. And I'm fed up being nice to him/her. And I will continue my story the way I originally planned it. I did not base this from any book, and I did not copy anything. I have more pride than to copy a story and call it as my own. So Yeohman, if you're reading this: Kiss My Ass.
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