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.
A wave of relief hit me, along with a tiny prick of disappointment. I put on my best professional face. What's the pay? Five million a month. Is that enough?
Deal! I just hit the absolute jackpot. I couldn't stop smiling. Tyron seemed thrilled too, landing a top-tier chef like me. But Marlo looked off. He kept glancing between Tyron and me.
Zora, did you misunderstand- Kyle grabbed Marlo's arm. Misunderstand what? Nothing. Can you cook lunch today?
No problem. For five million a month? I'd treat him like royalty! Mr. Thorne, any specific cravings? Don't call me Mr. Thorne. Tyron is fine.
Okay, Tyron. Any dietary restrictions? None. Whatever you cook is fine. My heart skipped a tiny beat. This guy sure knew how to sound flirty. I'll go set up in the kitchen.
I bolted toward the kitchen. Tyron traced his jaw, watching me walk away. Does she seem excited? Duh. She's stoked. Yeah, she's pretty cute.
That night, lying in my condo bed, my phone buzzed. first month's direct deposit i sat straight up my hands were shaking i wanted to scream off my balcony this was a luxury high rise i had to settle for a silent inner freak out