A food whore

"Sweet Lord in heaven," she muttered as she stepped off the elevator.

Sexy didn't seem to describe him properly. Her thighs quivered with each step she took toward him, her nipples strained to be seen, and her body ached to be touched. To be pressed up against his hard body.

Her eyes took in every sinew and joint, the way his muscles rippled with the movements he made. Her mouth watered when her eyes drifted down to his backside. The sweatpants hung so low, it made her hungry to see how he looked beneath it all.

Sebastian turned around when he was satisfied that the plating was perfect. He had heard the elevator ping open and had seen her step in through the corner of her eyes. And that was why he hadn't turned around immediately. He had been afraid he would say something as wimpy as 'You look like a goddess.'

But she did look like one. Her sweet caramel hair fell around her shoulders in waves. He wanted to run his hand through it, feel the soft silkiness of it. And there were her