Ten years ago, Finn walked away from Tone and the BDSM lifestyle. It was a bad break-up, and while Tone hasn’t been able to find anyone else, he likes to tell himself he hasn’t given Finn a second thought.
Now the chef/owner of Decadence, one of the most exclusive restaurants in town, Finn is a changed man. When he discovers Tone is a guest at his establishment, he can’t help but moon a bit over the one he pushed away. He knows he at least owes Tone an apology, and arranges a meeting.
Tone instantly realizes he’s not really over Finn, but can he believe that the man has changed? Or would a reconciliation simply lead to even more heartache?
Genres: Gay/Contemporary/BDSM
Heat Level: 3
Length: Extended Amber Kiss (12k words)
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...His scallops arrived and he had to try very hard not to drool. They were served with a crisp, apple flavored white wine. Seasoned perfectly on top of a lovely tart salad, the scallops literally melted in his mouth. The chef was pure genius.
The prawns, when they arrived at the perfect interval after he’d been served his appetizer, were spicy and fresh, the basil sharp and herbaceous.
The best food of the evening, though, was the mousse. Oh, God. It really was like flavored air.
Tone hadn’t had food this amazing in a long, long time.
He heard a smattering of applause as the chef came out, wearing a bright red jacket, greeting each table warmly. He was the last table to be touched, and he heard a soft gasp. “Tony? Tony, oh my God! Welcome to Decadence! I didn’t know you were going to be here.”
He looked up into Finn McCready’s big blue eyes, the wide smile. His mouth dropped open. Finn was the last person he’d expected to see. Not that Finn hadn’t been a great chef—because he had been—but because he’d never expected to see Finn again after their rather…volatile break-up.
Finn’s smile faltered. “Or maybe I have you mistaken with someone else. My apologies. Was your food to your liking?”
He managed not to roll his eyes at Finn. “You know full well it’s me. Sit down, Finn, and let me stroke your ego.”
“I was offering you the out. You looked so shocked.”
“I was shocked. I should have known it was you from the food, though—you always were a genius in the kitchen.”
Finn shrugged and grinned. “I’ve got a good thing going here.”
“I’ll say—I’ve seen the prices. And you’re booked solid until you die.” Only a slight exaggeration, he was sure. He grinned back, though, letting Finn know he wasn’t bitching. The food had been the best he’d had. Ever.
“It’s the perfect place—a good size, warm, nice kitchen. I’m happy with it.” Finn held out a hand. “It was great to see you, Tony. You look amazing.”
He offered his hand to Finn and nearly fell off his chair at the fucking electricity that sparked between them. Looked like they still had chemistry in fucking spades. That had never been their problem.
He didn’t let go of Finn’s hand. “And you’re looking better than ever.” Happiness had softened the angles of Finn’s face a little. He’d always been handsome, but there used to be a harshness to Finn that gave him a hard edge. Tone liked this version of the man a whole lot better...
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