A chef takes a job cooking for a billionaire and quickly discovers her new boss wants far more from her than her recipes. As their professional arrangement blurs into something personal, she must navigate the dangerous line between employee and lover.
it two years as a glorified maid for a fat cash cushion in a luxury condo honestly i secured the bag yes stepping out of the shop my phone buzzed it was sterling's bro marlo thorn zora don't overthink it lynn is an old friend sterling just sees her as a sister you got to come to a party tonight saved you a seat oh and bring those smoked bbq ribs you make craving them
I scowled. I only babied them because of Sterling. Every craving of theirs meant hours of shopping and cooking alone. Now we were broken up. They still expected a free personal chef? Sorry, Sterling and I are done. Stop inviting me. I'm not catering your parties Maybe I can take you out for dinner sometime. Just us.
Let's be real. You could go eat dirt. Miss Hale, Mr. Pratt sends his regrets. He's adding half a million as compensation for your services. However, he expects you to stay in your lane.