King of the Kitchen
“So
we won't get busy for another hour or so,” Duncan said as he used
the spatula to break up the cooking chorizo and move it around the
cook top. The onions and peppers got another squirt of oil and a
similar treatment. “You want to poke around and familiarize
yourself with the kitchen? John keeps a binder of recipes somewhere
in the office if you want, or we can double team things and you can
be in charge of eggs and protein while I put everything together
since I know the menu.”
“Here
I thought we were taking things slow, and then on what, our third
official date? Now you're asking me to double team. Nice.”
Duncan
poured a healthy dollop of the ranchero sauce on the chorizo, noting
that he'd would have to start a fresh batch before the rush hit
because they definitely wouldn't have enough to get through the
breakfast shift tomorrow with what was in the fridge.
“I
have a feeling you're going to keep things interesting enough that I
won't really want to bring in anyone else,” Duncan teased.
“Have
you?” Beck asked, his voice a little strange.
Duncan
turned around, wondering if the thought of a threesome was really
that disturbing for Beck, but the slight glaze of sweat over his brow
made Duncan reevaluate. Clearly Beck was not disgusted by the
thought. Interesting.
“Double
teamed someone? No,” he said, raising an eyebrow in challenge. “But
I have been double teamed?”
Beck
outright choked at that, and Duncan grinned in triumph.
“Actually,
the answer to that is also no. But it's a fun thought.”
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