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concentrate.  Taryn had already warned me
about goofing off, and I certainly didn’t want to waste any of my mother’s
money.  Daydreaming about Lilly would have to wait until the end of the day.
    But,
damn…
    I
looked down at my lesson schedule to see what and where my last class of the
day was; Le Science des Aliments  in room 32-C.  I glanced at the little
map of the institute and hurried down the hall to my right.  I was determined
to make it on time, sit down and take in every last little thing from the next
lesson.  That said, having every class in French was draining.  Not only did I
have to learn the lesson, I had to first translate virtually every word spoken
by the teacher.  Fortunately I had a translation app on my phone to help me
along, but it was still a tedious endeavor.
    Running
to the door of the classroom, I reached it at the same time as a brunette girl
wearing a white lab coat and we collided just as we entered the room.  She
looked up at me.
    “You
again?”
    “Lilly? 
Great.  I was hoping we’d have a class together.”  I scanned the room and spotted
two seats at the back of the class.  “Come on.  There are a few seats back
there.”
    “You
go ahead,” she said, her tone authoritative and strong.
    Was
she really going to brush me off that easily?  A little perplexed, I headed to
the lone seat closer to the front of the class and sat down.  My jaw dropped,
literally dropped, when Lilly walked to the front of the room and wrote her
name on the chalkboard.
    “ Bonjour. 
Je suis Mademoiselle Lilly Cooke.  Bienvenue a l’introduction aux sciences des
aliments .”
    My
French may have been sketchy, but I knew enough to understand that Lilly Cooke
would be teaching this class.  She was about my age.  How could she be teaching
a cooking class, even if it was a basic science of cooking class?
    As
she went on with her introduction and her background, I quickly entered a
succession of words into my phone to have them translated so I could try to
keep up with what she was saying. 
    Before
coming to the institute, she’d been an apprentice at one of the largest food
labs in France for two years.  Before that she’d lived in the French
countryside where she grew up in a convent.
    I
had to enter that word in twice; couvent .  I had to be mistaken.  Maybe
I was spelling it wrong.  The gorgeous, smart girl standing in front of the
class couldn’t possibly have spent years in a convent.  It was insane.  But she
went on to explain how the convent grew much of its own food and prepared
various products like sauces, soups and stews.  Her love of cooking was born
while she helped the nuns with new sauce recipes and tended to the fresh food
products that grew in their own gardens.
    I
was blown away.  I was also a little intimidated.  Up until then I thought I’d
had a pretty full and exciting life.  I mean, growing up in New York City, and working
at my mom’s restaurant since I was, what, twelve?
    But
this girl… this fragile beauty with the serene gaze and a world of wisdom.  How
could I ever measure up?  No wonder she looked at me as if I were some punk
kid.
    As
she continued to speak, she pulled the lab coat back to set her hands on her
hips.  Man, what a sexy figure she made.  And the best part was that she was
totally unaware of it.  But that simple black dress… it was tantalizing in the
most innocent way.  It lured me, making me want to slowly unwrap the gift it
hid.  I had no doubt she had a body that could drive men nuts… and making love
to her… Mmm.  I was getting a hard-on just thinking about it.
    Her
gaze met mine and she licked her lips in a nervous and apprehensive manner that
shot a blast of arousal to my hardening shaft.  She quickly looked away, opened
the folder on the desk in front of her and pulled out a small stack of paper.
    “ Dites-moi
ce que ….”
    Like
a madman, I punched key words into my phone to get the gist of what she was
saying,