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.
Utterst of knocking suddenly rattled my front door. I swung it open. Marlo and Kyle. How did you guys even find this place?
They locked up. Sterling's a complete jackass. I pulled so many strings to get your address. Almost got caught.
Pee! His eyes drifted to the table. Right on cue, his stomach growled. Marlo swallowed hard, faking a swoon.
I left in a rush this morning. Zero food. I think my blood sugar is crashing. Hang in there, bro.
Their little comedy routine cracked me up. Fine. Come inside and eat. Instantly, their eyes lit up. They bolted past me. They grabbed silverware and stuffed their faces, not even pausing to breathe.
I stood by the doorway, completely speechless. Slow down. No one's gonna steal it. Marlow and Kyle wiped their mouths, grinning in pure satisfaction. action your new man is total eye candy broad shoulders slim waist insanely rich you'll love
him did the food go bad did food poisoning rot your brains you're sterling's boys and you're setting me up on a date don't worry zora we switch sides anything for your cooking don't say no just yet he's a total catch he looks way hotter in person by the way one look at the photo my Heart stopped. Tailored suit. Shark jawline. Pure alpha energy. Absolutely my