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I was the boss.
When I spoke, everyone listened.
That was the way it generally worked, and I liked it that way.
It kept everything…uncomplicated.
Still, I grudgingly admitted to myself that the womandidneed to eat if she’d really gone that long without sustenance.
I surveyed her, watching as she ate without a single inhibition, obviously enjoying every morsel.
No playing with her food.
No shyness about eating until she was full.
No bullshit about needing to count every calorie on her plate.
Maybe I was way too accustomed to female models who flipped out over a few extra calories, and damned if it wasn’t attractive to watch a woman who could eat without apologies or guilt.
Did I think she didn’t look like she needed that food she was eating?
Hell, no. I had no idea why she’d even said that, but I wasn’t exactly an expert on the female psyche.
If that fare on her plate helped her maintain that nicely curved body of hers, she should just finish the entire lot. And then help herself to dessert.
Fuck!I probably shouldn’t be ogling the wedding staff, but it was more her attitude than her gorgeous ass that had forced my cock to stand at attention.
She was…bold and unrepentant.
Maybe I wasn’t used to being disregarded completely, and I was just intrigued by someone who didn’t give a flying fuck what I thought.
For whatever reason, she amused me, and very few people did.
I folded my arms across my chest. “Why didn’t you eat earlier?” I questioned.
She shot me an icy stare from those big green eyes of hers because I’d once again disturbed her dinner. “I was busy,” she informed me coolly. “I was the head chef of a large crew. I don’t eat until everyone else does. No offense, but food was a dominant factor at this reception, as I totally think it should be. But that also means I’m running for the entire reception. The prep was also long, and the cleanup was massive.”
I moved close enough to see that she was dining on the filet mignon and lobster we’d had for the main dinner earlier.
Smart woman.
I put my drink on the island and headed for the refrigerator.
Evidently, she wasn’t leaving before she finished, and for some damn reason, I didn’t really want her to go before she was done.
Yeah, I’d send her packing after that, but I’d put up with her until the end of her meal.
“And you are?” I asked gruffly.
“Shelby Remington,” she answered. “I needed a gig and my cousins know your brother, the groom. Actually, I think you’re probably even better friends with them than Chase. Anyway, my cousins recommended me to Chase, and he took a chance, which will make me forever grateful to him. It will look good on my resumé.”
Shelby Remington? Why does that name ring a bell for me?
Certainly, if I’d seen this woman before, I would have remembered her.
“How did you know who I am?” I questioned suspiciously.
“I’ve seen pictures of you with Kaleb,” she replied right before she finished the last bite on her plate.
