<strong>ALEX SNELL</strong><br/><br/>Meanwhile, as the waitresses frolicked on stage, Alex watched Julia put the finishing touches on the main course, once he'd finished searing the fish and steaming asparagus. She knew the recipe; he glanced over her shoulder with approval as she arranged a mould of risotto and two asparagus spears on each plate, then place the trout on the risottoand poured over a ladle of sorrel sauce.<strong>"Not bad,"</strong>Alex grinned, glancing over her shoulder, giving her a kiss on the cheek and a firm squeeze on the bottom. He pressed a growing erection against her bottom as he took a plate and tried it, then kissed his fingers with approval, a mannerism he'd picked up at the Cordon Bleu. Was it the show the waitresses were putting on, his two diligent and delicious cooks, or merely the quality of the food he was cooking that aroused him? He couldn't tell, nor did he care.<br/><br/><strong>"Lana, darling, how are you coping? Have a bite of lunch before you start preparing dessert,"</strong>Alex smiled, sauntering over to the pâtissière's corner of the kitchen. He smelled the almond pastry baking and let out an exaggerated sigh. Placing a plate of trout and risotto on the counter in front of her, he gave her a quick kiss on the lips.<strong>"Smells good enough to eat without arranging it in your sister's vulva,"</strong>he winked,<strong>"I'll just make sure they get the mains out on time, before we have to call the girls back in to be candied."</strong><br/>