Stirring Up Trouble (Inspiring the Greek Billionaire) Read Online Free PDF

of the time. But at least he wouldn’t break her heart. She had no desire to allow a man to twist her into a pretzel or to watch him walk away from her. There was no threat of Jon doing either of those things.
    Braden grabbed some orange juice and turned around to walk back to the counter as if nothing had happened between them. She shut the refrigerator and watched him move away, zooming in on his broad shoulders and the confidence in his step.
    He flipped around and beckoned her with a crook of his finger. “Come back here. I want you to make the syrup.”
    She didn’t have a choice. Her body floated to his side. “Me? Isn’t it complicated?”
    “Something tells me you’re smarter than you like to let on,” he said without looking at her.
    She shrugged, neither confirming nor denying his comment. “If you say so.”
    He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and slipped a hair net over her head. “We don’t want to add any of your hair to the dessert.”
    “Hey, I’d taste great.” The words flew out of her mouth before she could stop them. She snuck a peek of his face to check out his reaction, and what she saw nearly knocked her bobby socks off.
    His pupils had grown so large his eyes appeared black, his gaze ensnaring her with its dark hunger. And it was all for her. Her body shuddered.
    “I bet you would,” he muttered as he snagged a hanging pot off the wall. He slammed it on the counter a bit forcefully making her jump. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
    “Nothing scares me,” she responded, knowing he’d see through the lie and eagerly anticipating his reaction.
    “Nothing?” he whispered, his lips quirking up in a grin.
    He scared her—his confidence, his sexy charm, his drive to succeed. But she’d never tell him the truth. “Nope.” She shook her head. “Okay, maybe cooking.”
    He handed her a glass measuring cup with water. “Add this to the pot.”
    She followed his instructions as he gave her each ingredient. His voice was commanding and steady, causing each of her nerve endings to fire into high gear. Her nipples actually beaded against her T-shirt despite the fact she was sweating. Her pulse raced and every time their hands brushed against one another, she had a mini-orgasm. She couldn’t begin to imagine what would happen to her body if she went to bed with him.
    “Now I’m about to let you in on a secret,” he murmured close to her ear. “I add flowers to my baklava .”
    “Flowers? What do you mean?”
    “These bottles? One of them is rose water, one orange blossom water, and this holds lavender water. The recipe only requires a couple of teaspoons, so I’m leaving it up to you. What does your Muse tell you to use?” She raised a brow and he laughed. “Hypothetically speaking,” he added.
    She didn’t need a Muse to know she wanted the lavender. It was her signature scent. She measured out a teaspoon of lavender water and a teaspoon of the orange blossom and mixed it into the pot, feeling the heat of his stare on her skin.
    “Interesting choice,” he said, switching on the stove.
    “I like lavender.”
    “You smell of it all the time.”
    She shuddered at the idea he’d noticed her scent. Each day she’d dab the tiniest bit of lavender essential oil at the pulse point of her wrists after her shower. “What next?”
    “We boil the syrup over medium heat until it simmers. When it’s done, we’ll pour it over the baklava which should be done at the same time. I’ll let you do the honors. We’ll place it on our dessert list for the evening and make sure everyone knows you made it.”
    “But I didn’t. You did. I just watched.”
    He moved to the sinks and began filling them with water to clean up the mess. “You added the most important ingredient.”
    “What’s that?” she asked, collecting the dirty dishes and carrying them to the sinks.
    “Creativity.”
    Together they cleaned, Braden washing and sanitizing and she drying the bowls and cups.