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Chapter Four

May 12, 2023

The following week wasn't much better for Sam. He was beginning to think that his classes were less about cooking delicious foods, and more about his students wanting to put him on a platter and eat him instead.

If he wanted to, he could report nearly the whole damn class for sexual harassment. The two-hour class consisted of him trying to avoid direct eye contact for longer than a few seconds, dodging grabby hands, and ignoring sexual innuendos.

Surprisingly, Mercedes and her friends were the few in the class who didn't step out of line as he made his way around the class to check on everyone's progress. The guy who he found out he was catering for, barely made eye contact or spoke to him. And the petite Asian woman would smile at him dreamily.

Mercedes, on the other hand, was a diabolical genius in her seduction. The other women in the class tried to pinch his ass when he wasn't paying attention. Others who were bolder, would actually cup his crotch when they thought no one was paying attention. Not Mercedes.

The bombshell was one of the few who would give him direct eye contact. She was engaged and open. When he made his rounds to each table, she'd subtly place a hand on his forearm or bicep. The move made him instinctively flex, in a show of manliness. Peacocking.

She played with her hair, making him want to touch its curly strands. She looked up at him from under her long lashes, forcing him to imagine her looking up at him as she gave him oral. She played with the neckline of her plunging dresses as she spoke, drawing his eye to her perfect full breasts.

And her acting was stellar. If she dropped things on purpose, it certainly didn't seem like it. If he wasn't anywhere near her to help pick up the item, she'd bend over just right, putting her gloriously round ass on display. If he was nearby, she'd kneel with him to grab what she'd dropped. Her hand would reach out to take it, and her fingertips would softly brush his skin. Goosebumps would rise across his flesh at the contact. She'd even find a way to get flour on her face in just the right place to make him desperately want to reach out and brush it away.

Everything about her was sexy. And Sam was slowly dying inside.

The third week cooking session, her friends got involved. Sam found himself heading over to their tables more often than not. Each one needing assistance with something. Although, Mercedes looked more annoyed with their interference than appreciative.

He was beginning to dread going to class. He was seriously considering canceling his popular cooking class because of all of the unwanted attention. Well, unwanted from the majority of the class. His body and wandering mind weren't as averse to Mercedes as he'd like them to be.

He thought about her more often than not. Even his issues with CeCe didn't stop his mind from going to the confident woman in his class. And the last thing he needed at the moment was to try to make two females love him. He couldn't get one to love him, so there was no use in trying to bring in a second. He'd been trying that for years. It was finally time to focus on his home life. His business was doing well and he had good people working for him so that he could spend more time away, and focus on the one person who mattered most in his life. He just hoped that CeCe was responsive.

He also hoped that he could stop thinking about the thick woman with the seductive eyes and killer curves.

"Hello, ladies." Sam said as he walked into the class. "This is our last night together. So, let's make it a good one, yes?"

Mercedes sighed in frustration. It was her last opportunity. Her last-ditch effort to make him come to heel. To break down his walls.

For three weeks they had been eying each other, and exchanging seemingly innocent touches. Now, it was the fourth and final class, and Mercedes felt like she hadn't gotten any further than she had from day one.

So tonight, she had dressed to maim, kill, and destroy. She wore a gold dress that complemented her complexion and acted as a second skin. She'd foregone any undergarments. The fabric brushed against her nipples, hardening them, pushing them forward. She had already been somewhat aroused at the thought of seeing Sam again, so when her thighs rubbed together, the friction at the apex of her legs, sans panties, caused her to get wetter.

She'd straightened her hair, parted it down the middle and smoothed it down and back behind her ears. Black eyeliner defined her brown eyes, and deep red accentuated her full lips. And she finished the look with four-inch gold pumps on her feet.

Mercedes didn't care that she looked like she was ready for a night on the town. This was her last chance and she meant to take it.

Before she put her apron on, she caught Sam's eyes as they tracked down her frame. The desire there was barely banked fire as his eyes rose up to connect with hers. She cocked her head to the side slightly, and raised her eyebrows. Are you going to make a move or not, because this is it?

The Southerner swallowed and looked away.

"Alright, everyone." He began huskily and then cleared his throat. He quickly glanced at Mercedes to see if she'd heard it. She had. "For reasons unknown to me, most people think that lamb is a particularly difficult and fancy dish. Believe me, there are harder meals to cook than this. But for the sake of impressing friends and family, for our last class you'll be learning how to prepare rack of lamb in a white wine reduction with mustard-shallot sauce. Something that will wow your dinner guests without being too much of a hassle."

He began the class, turning his focus to the food. Mercedes sighed before putting on her apron and getting down to business with her friends. As usual, as she watched his strong hands move over the delicate food, her body tingled. His touch was feather light and it was so sensual the way he handled the food. The muscles and tendons in his forearms moved seductively under his skin and thick veins. Mercedes had no idea how sexy food could be until Sam.

As the class wound down, their meals almost done, Mercedes began to worry that this was really it. After tonight, that would be all. She wouldn't continue to chase him. She normally didn't have to and didn't want to start now. She wasn't the type to show up at a man's job, trying to get his attention.

Once their meals were finished, they all pulled out the stools under their tables to eat their creations.

"Are you going to make a final move tonight?" Tina asked quietly.

"Yeah, I think I'll give it one last try."

"You can do it, girl." Kurt gave her a high-five down low, so that no one would see.

"We shall see. He's avoided me all night. He usually comes over to see how we're doing. Didn't you notice how he skirted around us?" Mercedes asked as she watched him chat with another table.

"Yeah, but that's just because he's being a chicken shit." Tina waved away her concerns.

"You're the most confident person I know, Mercedes." Kurt placed her hand on Mercedes's arm. "Don't let this guy make you question yourself. Even if he's not interested, you know a ton of men who are."

"You could always go back and get a massage from the hot massage therapist." Tina teased her.

"This is true." Mercedes grinned thinking about the handsome man with great hands, among other things.

They finished up their meals and cleaned up their work spaces. When they were ready to leave. Mercedes hung back.

"Hey, give me ten minutes. If I'm not down by then, leave without me." Mercedes told Kurt and Tina.

"Got it."

"Good luck."

Mercedes waited for the room to clear out as Sam straightened up his table at the front of the room. The other women in the class looked at her and gave cutting stares. She raised an eyebrow and they left without a word.

Sam hadn't looked up yet, and he took a deep breath as he thought the last person walked out the door. Mercedes stood up and her heels slowly tapping against the floor made his eyes shoot up in surprise. The minute his eyes reached hers they widened with excitement and then shuttered a split second later. His walls were solidly up.

"Sam, it was a pleasure to be a part of your class the past four weeks. I had a lot of fun." Mercedes said as she reached his table.

"I'm glad you enjoyed the class, Mercedes. You did really well." He looked at anything other than her.

"So…" Mercedes walked around the table, running her fingertips over the cool steel. She reached the side of the table where he was standing. She turned and leaned her backside against the table, her hip slightly brushing against his. "I was thinking that we could go for an end-of-class celebratory drink somewhere nearby."

Sam turned and looked at her. Their faces only a few inches from each other. She could feel his breath against her face. She could smell his cologne. Something completely masculine, expensive, and panty melting. Heat radiated off of him in waves.

"I'm sorry, Mercedes. I think maybe you have mistaken my intentions. I'm just a very…hands on instructor." Sam tried to reason.

"Sam, please. Don't play coy. We're too old for games. It's obvious there is an attraction between us. I'd like to explore it." Mercedes lifted her chin, raising her lips only centimeters from his.

A few strands of hair that had fallen loose from him running his hands through his hair, trembled and tickled her nose as his face inched closer.

"This doesn't have to be anything serious. Just two consenting adults who enjoy pleasure." Mercedes offered.

Sam's eyes completely shut down before he closed them and turned his face away from her. He took a few steps back to put distance between them. Mercedes was dumbfounded. Usually approaching men with the "casual sex" option worked like a charm.

"Mercedes, you are exquisite. Truly. But I'm not interested in you like that. Please respect my wishes and just go." The muscles in his jaw worked as if he was holding himself back.

Mercedes didn't know what demons were forcing him to not take what he wanted, but she wasn't going to beg.

"Goodbye, Sam."

She got up and quickly walked to the door. Her heels clicked sharply, signaling her displeasure.

Her body shivered with the feel of his eyes eating her up as she walked away. She didn't look back.

Mercedes tossed and turned in bed that night. She couldn't get the chef out of her head. It was probably because he was the first man in a long time, if ever, to ignore her advances. She knew how to read signs. Learning body language and studying men had been something that she did ever since her divorce. Full me once, shame on you, and I will cut a man before he makes a fool me twice was her life's motto. She picked up on energy and followed her conscience when somebody appeared suspect, she knew to stay away. Sam exhibit no signs of this. Instead all the signs he was giving her was I want you, I need you, please let me have you; while his mouth was saying the opposite, and she was totally confused. And she wasn't getting any rest.

For four weeks straight!

She wasn't crazy. She knew that there was an attraction there. Every time her eyes closed; she would replay every interaction she had with the stingy dick man. She'd felt his attraction and noticed it in his eyes in every class. In the way they kept wandering over to her no matter how hard he tried not to. But he would quickly look away if she gave him her signature sexy smile. It was the smile she used as an invitation. Most men rarely ever let that look slip their notice. They jumped on it like a kid into a candy store. So, Sam's resistance was new to her. Mercedes had no idea how to even process the rejection. She normally got what she wanted.

"Ugh!" She turned again and smacked her pillow angrily.

She'd been turned on during every cooking class. Especially, when he'd started demonstrating what to do with the food items in front of them. The way his manly hands moved. How he handled the delicate meat. It was all so erotic that Mercedes could hardly concentrate on preparing her own dish. Those hands. Strong, capable, and elegant. She could picture those fingers touching her. Manipulating her pleasure, the way he manipulated the food.

Any other time, any other situation, and any other man, Mercedes would be sleeping like a baby right now because she'd be sexually sated. She would have stayed as her friends and the rest of the class left, he would have taken her face down ass up on one of the stainless-steel tables, and then she would have gotten an Uber home.

Instead, she came home unsatisfied and restless. She could've called any number of the men saved in her contacts to come over and get her off, but she just wasn't feeling it. She wanted the sexy chef or no one else. It was like having the taste for a Swiss chocolate and getting a Hershey's kiss.

Mercedes rolled over and reached for the handle of the drawer to her nightstand. She opened the drawer and blindly searched for what she was looking for in the dark. Her hands wrapped around her faithful vibrator, Mack Daddy. It was her largest vibrator and had a clit stimulator. He got her through her almost two year dry spell and since her escapade with the masseuse.

The sound of buzzing filled the room as Mercedes turned on her toy. She tried to relax and let the sensations take over. But she felt nothing.

She tried to conjure up images of the men she'd been with in the past, her favorite actors, and some of her favorite porn scenes. Nothing helped.

Mercedes pulled the toy from her unresponsive body and flopped back. "Oh hell to the NO?!"

Mack Daddy clattered in her drawer as she threw it inside. Feeling betrayed even by her faithful inanimate object, Mercedes stared up at the dark ceiling, pouting until she drifted off into a fitful sleep.

The next night wasn't any better. Mercedes had been a grouch all day, and had probably been unnecessarily short with her assistant, Bree, and some of her clients.

She'd ran to the flooring store to purchase more tile for the kitchen of a house she was working on, and had seen an incredibly gorgeous man who was also shopping for flooring. His left hand didn't have a wedding band. His eyes roaming over her had been a clear indication of his interest. But once again, Mercedes felt nothing. No answering attraction. Not even a tiny flutter of excitement.

How can one man make me lose interest in other men after being in the same room with him only four times?

She was bored. That had to be it. None of the men she came across since her divorce had posed much of a challenge. She'd fallen into beds, bathroom stalls, kitchen counters, etc., enough times to know. Sam was interested but wasn't biting. It intrigued her. He was an enigma that she had to solve.

But she was not going to solve it now, and she desperately needed some sleep. She rolled over and grabbed the clit sucker toy out of her drawer to give it another shot. If Mack Daddy couldn't get the job done, her clit sucker was a guaranteed orgasm.

This time though, she grabbed her phone off the nightstand and pulled up her favorite porn site. Watching a video always brought her to her climax quicker. And since she'd already lost too much sleep the night before and already behind a few precious hours of beauty sleep tonight, she didn't want to waste time searching for an orgasm.

She decided to search for videos by white male porn stars who had green eyes and blondish hair. She wanted to find someone who came close to Sam Evans in looks, to complete her fantasy. She was only the fifth page in when she scrolled past a photo and had to double back. Mercedes shot up in bed, mouth hanging open, and just stared at the screen for a moment. The blue light of the phone on her face only enhanced the shock that registered there.

There, staring back at her with a now familiar smile, was Chef Sam Evans. Although the name below his picture read, Evan "White Chocolate" Inferno.

"I know you're lying. You've got to be shitting me!" Mercedes exclaimed to the darkness.

She tapped his photo and scrolled through some of the videos featuring him. She took a deep breath and tapped on a video that looked promising. He played a pizza delivery man who was delivering a pizza to a young married lady who was married to an older man who couldn't satisfy her. When the lady opened the door naked and asked him if he wanted a tip, Evan Inferno went inside the home and the camera focused on him, there was absolutely no doubt that it was Sam. All his mannerisms and movements were exactly the same. The only difference was that he was several years younger.

Mercedes almost felt bad for continuing to watch the video. Almost. Like she was glimpsing behind the curtain he probably didn't want anyone to see. But her curiosity won out over discretion.

She watched as he kissed the young actress pretending to be a neglected wife. How he passionately licked and suckled her nipples. Mercedes crossed her fingers as his co-star pulled down his pants. She collapsed back against her headboard as his cock swung free. Hell to the Yeah!

His dick was beautiful. Thick and long enough to be a challenge, but not so long she'd risk hospitalization. But the part that intrigued her the most was the Prince Albert piercing. In all her years and many lovers, Mercedes had never come across a man who'd had one. The ring was a thick, heavy titanium with a ball to close it off. His piercing went through the bottom of his mushroom head and came out his urethra. She almost drooled a little as she watched the girl's tongue playfully flick the ring and then dipped her mouth down his length.

Mercedes held her breath as he laid the girl down on a couch, pulled off her panties and knelt on the ground before her. His next move made Mercedes expel her pent-up breath on a whimper. He gleefully licked the girl from opening to clit. Mercedes squeezed her eyes closed and let her head fall back.

"Dammit all to hell and back," she groaned.

Her head rolled forward, she breathed in deeply, and then cracked her eyes open to continue watching against her better judgment. Mercedes's heart pounded between her legs as she watched Sam tongue the girl's clit. He loved what he was doing. There was no doubt. He did not hesitate or shy away from her nether lips. It was clear that he worshiped giving head. Especially if the actress's face and moans had anything to do with it. Her face registered pure bliss.

Mercedes waited for him to stop before the actress crossed the finish line, like many male porn stars and men in general often did. But he kept going. He continued until her legs shook, her hips bucked wildly, and her cries bounced off the walls.

"Now I realize what all those thirsty heifers in the class had been so handsy and unabashedly lusting after him. No wonder it was a class full of females besides Kurt." Mercedes said.

Mercedes was so captivated that her vibrator lay forgotten next to her on the bed. She quickly grabbed it before the video reached its climax. As Sam slowly entered the woman onscreen, Mercedes slowly let her vibrator penetrate her. It didn't take long for her to come hard as she watched her new interest pound into his co-star.

As Mercedes finally drifted off into a sated sleep, her thoughts swirled around how she could break down this man's walls. She had to have him for one night only, so she wouldn't lose her mind. She had never experienced infatuation before, and now she had an itch that only Sam Evans AKA White Chocolate "Eric Inferno" could scratch.