Love bytes is happy to welcome to their blog author Xenia Melzer who is sharing part two of her exclusive story.
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“Whatever. Let’s get on with this. Does anyone of you know how to separate eggs?” Dean looked at each of them.
“Theoretically…” Seth trailed off.
“Don’t look at me!” Curtis raised his arms. “I’m dating a baker. No need for me to know these things.”
“I could try, though I’m not sure if it’s a good idea, I mean look at those eggs, so smooth and perfect, the shell there to protect the inside, wouldn’t that be cruel, to break it just so we can have macarons, but then again, macarons are sooo delicious, perhaps the eggs would understand if we explained it and…”
“Collin is clearly out.” Leeland approached the kitchen aid, cell phone at the ready. “YouTube has to be good for something. Let’s see how eggs are separated.”
Two highly educative minutes later, Leeland looked up. “I’m not going to do this with my hands!”
“To me, doing it with a spatula seemed easiest.” Seth looked at Collin. “Do you have a spatula with slits in it?”
Collin shrugged. “I’m almost sure. Though I kind of hoped we would try the trick with the empty water bottle. That looked wickedly cool!”
“Do you have an empty water bottle?” Dean was looking thoughtful. “Could be fun to try it.”
Collin’s face fell. “No, I don’t. Martin and I try to be ecologically responsible. No plastic water bottles for us.”
“Damn.” Curtis looked at the eggs in their crate. “I don’t have one either.”
“Let me take a look in my car. I think I remember seeing one laying around.” Seth left the kitchen. It only took him a few minutes to return in triumph, an empty water bottle in his hands, Dog hot on his heels. “Got it! And look who wants to help.”
“Dog!” Collin stroked the huge Rottweiler who wagged his backside enthusiastically. “Shouldn’t you be outside guarding the house?” Dog wagged his tail harder. “I guess not. It’s probably better if you’re in here with us. If anybody comes to get us, you can stop them right here in the kitchen, but don’t try to make the same mess as that one time with the hare, that was just gross, though we do have tiles here in the kitchen so cleaning up probably wouldn’t be too bad even if Mr. Gorsuch always complains about everything being so messy.”
The others tactfully refrained from commenting on Dog’s homicidal tendencies as well as Collin’s very lose interpretation of the word “clean”. Seth simply handed the bottle to Dean, redirecting their focus back to the task at hand. “I think we better clean it first.”
“I get the plates. In the video, they use soup plates. Do you have soup plates, Collin?” Curtis looked into the cupboard next to the one with the bowls, where small plates and dinner plates were stacked.
“The soup plates are behind the dinner plates. We practically never use them.”
“Got them!” Curtis took out two soup plates and placed them on the counter. Dean came over with the empty bottle and they all gathered around. Leeland cracked the first egg and let its contents slide onto the plate. Dean took the bottle, placed the opening close to the yolk and squeezed. When he released the bottle, the yolk slid inside as if by magic.
“It works! It works! Can I try next, please?” Collin was jumping up and down, clapping his hands. Dog gave an excited woof, adding his two cents to the process.
Dean handed the bottle to Collin and Leeland cracked another egg. The squeezing and magic took place once again. Five minutes and ten eggs later, each of the men had successfully separated two eggs. Five yolks were now in one soup plate, the egg white in another.
Leeland held the bottle with the remaining five yolks horizontally in front of his face. “This is really great. Reminds me of an anal bead.” He let the yolks glide back and forth in the bottle.
“Now that you mention it…” Dean cocked his head to the side, contemplating the picture before him.
“Oh no, you don’t start having sexy thoughts now! We’re here to bake macarons, not to indulge in dirty fantasies!” Seth sounded determined.
Dean pouted. “It’s not like I would do anything right now. Richard is at work.”
“And he would come running the moment you call him and mention the words ‘babysitter’ and ‘adult time’ in one sentence.” Curtis made a face.
“Hey, we have to get our fun wherever and whenever we can.” Dean put a hand on his heart, looking deeply wounded.
“Which is not now. Now we have work to do. Remember boys, the goal is independence from Andrew’s wicked baking skills,” Seth reminded them. “Keep your focus.”
All of the men straightened up. Dog barked twice, as if he wanted to cheer them on.
“Fine, the yolks in the bottle go to the others and then into the fridge. Maybe Martin can make an omelet or something?” Curtis sounded as if he wasn’t sure how proficient Martin was in the kitchen. Collin just grinned. In his eyes, his Dom was perfect in every way.
“Or I give them to Dog. He loves egg.” Another enthusiastic bark assured them that the canine in question was very much on board with the idea. Leeland put the soup plate with the yolks in the fridge before he returned to the kitchen aid.
“It says we have to add some salt and then get the egg whites all fluffy and stiff.” Dean looked up from the recipe.
“Are you paraphrasing again?” Leeland sounded suspicious.
“Not at all. I’ve never thought baking could be so full of innuendos.”
They all looked at Curtis, who held up his hands. “Don’t! Andrew and I don’t fuck in his bakery, that would be unsanitary.”
“You don’t deny the implied part, though.” Seth sounded like a cat with a mouse on three legs.
“Didn’t we agree not to slide into dirty thoughts, talk, and deeds?” Curtis’s voice had taken on a pleading tone.
“I’m not sure I want to stick to it. Not with your reaction.” Leeland grinned like the Cheshire cat.
Check out part 3 tomorrow here
Silver fox Curtis is everything baker Andrew could want in a sub, and their chemistry is off the charts. But as a wealthy and successful gallery owner, Curtis intimidates Andrew and challenges his dominant nature. Can Andrew get used to a sub with a much higher social status?
British noble Curtis Morris has all but given up on finding his perfect Dom when he walks into a bakery and meets Andrew Granger—smoldering hot, new to Miami, into the lifestyle, and with kinks that align perfectly with Curtis’s own.
Andrew grew up poor and doesn’t know if he can handle a sub with so much more money, even if he’s insanely attracted to Curtis. To make matters worse, Curtis’s preferred club, Whisper, is far beyond Andrew’s financial means. Still, Andrew doesn’t want to lose Curtis to his own hang-ups, not when Curtis is far from the elitist snob Andrew expected. But Andrew keeps messing up, and with Curtis’s rich ex visiting with the hopes of winning him back, he and Curtis will need all the help they can get to make their romance of opposites work out.
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Xenia Melzer was born and raised in a small village in the South of Bavaria. As one of nature’s true chocoholics, she’s always in search of the perfect chocolate experience. So far, she’s had about a dozen truly remarkable ones. Despite having been in close proximity to the mountains all her life, she has never understood why so many people think snow sports are fun. There are neither chocolate nor horses involved and it’s cold by definition, so where’s the sense? She does not like beer either and has never been to the Oktoberfest – no quality chocolate there.
Even though her mind is preoccupied with various stories most of the time, Xenia has managed to get through school and university with surprisingly good grades. Right after school she met her one true love who showed her that reality is capable of producing some truly amazing love stories itself.
While she was having her two children, she started writing down the most persistent stories in her head as a way of relieving mommy-related stress symptoms. As it turned out, the stress-relief has now become a source of the same, albeit a positive one.
When she’s not writing, she translates the stories of other authors into German, enjoys riding and running, spending time with her kids, and dancing with her husband. If you want to contact her, please visit either her website, www.xeniamelzer.com or write her an email: info@xeniamelzer.com .
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