Blurb: Pierce the Dragon finally has the kitchen of his dreams to help with his catering business. As he breaks it in, making his signature pesto dish, in comes the peskiest pixie around, Selena. Doesn’t matter that she’s there to get Pierce catering a pixie event she doesn’t want to be at. He doesn’t want to be disturbed. So it’s going to take all her skills to seduce the dragon of her dreams to do her bidding — even if it’s the last fun thing she’ll ever have. Who knows? Perhaps Pierce will find that sometimes pesky pixies pack a punch just like his pesto does.
Pierce looked around his renovated kitchen, which was both private and professional. He was happy everything was finally in its proper place, and that his catering business would be able to continue without any further delays. It wasn’t easy being a full-blooded Dragon who catered not only to the royalty in the mortal world but in the immortal realm as well.
Luckily, he didn’t have an event to worry about until the next day, when he had to start preparations for the royal wedding between Mystra the Seelie fae princess and her soon-to-be hubby, Prince Raynor Petrov of the werewolf clan of the same name. He was happy his two friends were marrying, but at the same time, he wished he could have the same kind of happiness. However, “everyone” knew that Dragons mated for babies, not to live together.
Ha! The lies we let other races believe about us is unimaginable sometimes! Baby-making wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, since most female Dragons thought he was gay because of his cooking profession.
Dismissing the thought, he waved one hand toward the refrigerator in the back corner and called out what he needed. Using his magick around his kitchen made things easier, especially as he knew where everything was located.
“Fresh basil and pine nuts to the counter.” Gesturing toward one particular cabinet, he called out again, “Extra virgin olive oil, cumin, onion powder, cayenne pepper, and oregano.” They flew out of the cabinet and landed neatly on the counter in front of him. Without any thought to the amounts, he began putting in basil, Dragon-roasted pine nuts, sea salt, fresh cracked pepper, a touch of cayenne, but held off adding the olive oil to the food processor. Pierce flipped the switch, watching the ingredients meld together in strong sweeps of the blades. Carefully guarding his glasses, he poured in the oil, a teaspoon at a time, until the consistency was just about perfect.
A noise at his back door caught his attention. “Who the hell would be stupid enough to bother me after lunch, when everyone knows I’m prepping for tomorrow’s catering events?” Stopping the food processor, Pierce stomped over to the door, trying hard to control his temper. He flung open the door and looked around. “All right, whoever you are, if you don’t tell me what you want, I’ll fry you with fire!”
A flash of purple blasted past his shoulder, and a sweet, melodic voice spoke as he turned around. “I need your help, Pierce. You’re the only one who can pull this off. So get your things and let’s go. We don’t have time to waste. The Pixie queen needs her supper party catered tonight, and you’re the only one who can make it happen.” The Pixie grew to human height and tugged at his arm. “Come on, we don’t have all day, Pierce.”
Recognizing the curvy Pixie, Pierce groaned inwardly. Selena. She was the peskiest Pixie to ever walk the mortal or immortal realms and the only one who could get under his Dragon skin. With how her mind and mouth worked, she made hummingbirds on crack look slow. Now she wanted him to leave his brand new kitchen for what? “Selena, calm down and repeat yourself. What do you need me for?”
Selena’s shapely foot tapped his floor impatiently. “I told you. Her Highness, Queen Petunia of the Pixies, needs a supper meal catered immediately, and you’re the only one who can make it work. Now, grab your chef’s bag and some food, and let’s get this done and over with so we can talk about the next Pixie bash I want you to do for me.”
Pierce looked over the top of his glasses at Selena, making her fidget before his gaze. “No. It took three weeks for the repairs to be made to my kitchen from the last time you demanded my immediate attentions. No, Se, I don’t think so. Tell Petunia to find someone else to muddle her meal for her. I’m not available for another month.”
Her lush lower lip came out as her hands slid down to her curvy hips. “But, Pierce, you always help out us Pixies. We didn’t mean to cause a fire in your own kitchen. I asked you to come with us so you wouldn’t ruin the kitchen. It’s not like you’re making anything import –“
“My pesto!” Pierce rushed past a surprised Selena and looked into the food processor. The mound of green looked over-oiled, and Pierce let out a bellow of smoke. “You ruined my pesto, you freaking pesky Pixie. I ought to punish you for messing up my signature dish!”
He didn’t see Selena until her long brown hair, tipped with purple, brushed against his arm. “It doesn’t look that bad. Just add a bunch more green stuff to it, and it’ll thicken right up. Or use some cornstarch or something.” She stopped when he glared at her. “What? Can’t you do that?”
“No. I. Cannot.” He growled and removed the bowl from the processor, stomping toward the sink. “Now I’ll have to redo this from the beginning. I can’t just toss something else in it and have the same dish, now, can I?”
Selena’s voice sounded soft. “But why can’t you use that stuff in something else to make a sauce? Or maybe a marinade? You know, stuff you can lick off a gorgeous body like yours?”
Pierce stopped. There’s no way in hell he just heard Selena not only tell him to make do, but that she wanted to lick the sauce off his body. Pixies were annoying though very sexual creatures, but they didn’t mix with Dragons. Pixies wouldn’t be able to stand their intense sexual desires — at least, that was the assumption most Dragons made. Though, he did wonder about Selena from time to time.
“What did you just say?” He faced her, his gaze looking over the rims of his glasses. “Say that again. You know, the last part about licking.”
“Iwannalickthesauceoffyourgorgeousbody. You’resofuckinghot, Pierce,” she squeaked out as he stepped toward her. Her breathing was shallow and fast. Her arousal lit the space between them, and he stopped in his tracks. The Pixie really wanted him! Did she have a clue what she’d be in for?