Diane Saxon Blog Spot

  The bittersweet smell of dark chocolate filled the kitchen, making his mouth water almost as much as the curvy woman swiping the melted goo over sheets of acetate. “You need to let it cool a little before you put it on or it curls the sheets.” With a delicate hand she slid the sheets into the fridge to set. Her warm cinnamon eyes met his. “You don’t need to watch.” He rested his elbow on the counter and grinned. “Yeah, I do.” Her responding smile made his heart warm. He watched her cute butt-wiggle while she measured ingredients into the mixer, shimmying to the sound of Adele with a fire in her heart. Much like the one in his. Thick chocolate frosting was whipped up then smoothed all over the three tier cake. Tempted to dip his finger in, he raised his hand. “Don’t think about it.” Like he wouldn’t dream of it, he rested his chin on his hand as though that had been his plan all along. She knew him so well, the gleam in her eye told him ...

The sharp slap of her spatula as it came into contact with Zeke’s skin made him snatch his hand back, hugging it to his chest while he yelped like a hurt puppy. “What did you do that for?” Unimpressed, she kept the threat of the spatula raised. “You’re not allowed your fingers in her mixing bowl. Nuh uh. Hygiene.” She grinned at her husband across the counter top. It hadn’t taken so long to train him. She leaned over and handed him the whisk, cake mixture clinging to it. She rewarded him well for his obedience.     A quick glance at Zeke’s sulky face had her handing him one too. “It’s a wedding cake. For a friend.” “Chocolate?” “Yeah. A little bit of fun too. This is the middle layer. Chocolate madeira cake.” Zeke shuffled closer, his tongue almost hung out, like the dog he was. “Nice.” She washed the spatula, swiped it through the mix to admire the texture. “One of the simplest cakes to make. Beat the butter and sugar until its white.” She s...

"Whatcha doin'?" "Making a cake." "For me?" He leaned on the kitchen counter, rested his chin on his fist and gazed at the luscious babe intent on her creation. He could never get enough of her. Her full scrumptious lips twitched into a smile and made him want to nibble at them. "Nope." The early morning light slanted across her smooth delicate skin and made her golden eyes glow with pleasure at doing the work she loved. "What type of cake?" Her smile widened, she slid softened butter into the mixer and poured in fine sugar. "A chocolate wedding cake for a friend. Three layers, each cake different. This is the bottom layer. It's a Marble cake." "My favourite..." The harsh thrash of the beaters drowned out his voice before he could ask if he could have some. He sighed. No chance of having any of anything until she was done. His head throbbed and he wondered how she could possibly bear ...