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.
for the next month whenever i didn't have class i was at thorn manor right on time on paper i was just his personal chef but over time something felt off marlo said tyron suffered from a severe food aversion. But my anorexic boss? Except for mushrooms and organ meats, he polished every single plate. Lick them clean, ploose. His spending was off the charts.
I casually complained a pot was too heavy once. The next day, a six-figure custom kitchen set arrived. One day, a starving Marlow stormed in. Zora! I want roasted tenderloin! Tyron stepped he towered over Marlow, eyes icy. Watch your mouth. Zora isn't here to serve you. Do it again and your allowance gets cut off. Marlow shut up instantly, scratching his head
in defeat. My heart hammered against my ribs. With Sterling, nobody ever stood up for me. Back then, I was a glorified maid, catering to him and his frat bros. In dating Sterling was a gift I should worship. But Tyron? He treated me totally differently. To Sterling's crew, I was just a spineless gold digger.
But deep down, his past body shaming still haunted me. Staring in the mirror, I heard his jokes all over again. Zora, skip the farm trip this weekend. I'd lose you among the piglets.