It was not that she was a particular fan, or had a particular grudge against blondes, or even blonde waiters. Simply that Kass had absolutely no patience for the man's personality, and he was welcome to keep up his droll little affair with the puff princess passenger of his, as long as he kept it out of her kitchen. The little princess was no favorite of Kass's either, come to think of it, as she had repeatedly sent back dishes that Kass had made absolute certain were perfect. If it had been within her authority, she would have happily told the little brat to get out and not return. As it was, the chef had had to grit her teeth and bear it, not an act she was particularly fond of.
So, it was with clear amusement that she watched the waiter scurry off, leaning on one elbow on the bar behind her. The position set her body as if on display; back arched and the slit in the fabric of her bright red dress exposing a long length of leg, from spiked red heels to high on her thigh.
A familiar voice, even over the sound of the music that trilled and danced in time with the costumed passengers and off duty staff in the center of the room, demanded her attention, and Kass turned her head with a tilt of her chin to see the speaker. Her amusement had not abated, and it pulled at glossy scarlet lips before she picked her hand off the bar to take the glass. "He's old enough to know better," she turned her body towards him, sipping the drink he had given her, "I simply told him what would happen if he followed through on his idea and broke my rules."