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“Don’t I look like I can cook?”
“Well, no. I usually do something simple for you guys before I go, and you pick up food from that place down the road every week…” her voice trailed off when she realized what she said.
“How do you know I pick food up every week?” I asked.
“I…” she blushed hard, her cheeks turning pink. It was adorable. “My friend works at Skylark. She’s the head chef there.”
“What?”
“We talk about you sometimes when I’m there, and you come in. I wasn’t trying to be weird or anything.” She blushed even harder.
“Your best friend is the woman responsible for the food I get every week?” I asked, incredulous.
Jade nodded.
“She’s a culinary genius,” I said.
Jade laughed when I said that and nodded. She relaxed a little when I didn’t shit all over her for keeping an eye on my movements. It was kind of cute that she knew who I was and where I got my food. Should it have been creepy? I wasn’t sure, but it wasn’t.
“Okay, well, I’m sick of work, so let’s get cooking,” I said and pushed away from my desk.
“Just because I’m best friends with a chef, doesn’t mean I know anything about cooking.”
I laughed and walked to her. “That’s okay. We’ll figure something out.” I gestured for her to walk to the kitchen first, and I couldn’t help but glance down at her ass while she walked.
She was so fucking hot, it was hard not to stare, but she was other things, too. Sweet and kind and funny. I hadn’t seen that part of her until now––along with her looks, that made her a hell of a package.
Focus,I scolded myself.She works for you. I nodded at myself.
But she’s off duty,the small voice at the back of my mind added.
11
JADE
Ithoughtknewathing or two about cooking––I could do some simple things like boil pasta and make scrambled eggs. I wasn’t the worst, but I sucked in the kitchen compared to Aaron. That man could cook.
He made Chicken Parmesan as if it was normal to be able to do that.
“If I could make that, I’d never stop eating it,” I said when he finally took it out of the oven, and divine smells filled the kitchen.
Aaron chuckled. “It’s not that big of a deal.”
Boy, was he wrong. Aaron was already hot-as-fuck. He had the tall-dark-and-handsome thing going. He was stinking rich. He had the attitude of a man who knew his worth, and now he could cook on top of it all.
I didn’t want to say it out loud because not only would it have been inappropriate, it would have made me sound like a teenager with a crush.
I wasn’t a teenager with a crush.
Or at least…I wasn’t a teenager.
We dished food onto plates, and Aaron poured us a glass of wine each. We carried our meals to the dining room table. One of his house staff had stoked a fire in the hearth in the open plan living-dining room, and it was romantic and warm when a storm raged outside.
“Do the staff have to travel back in this weather?” I asked.
Aaron shook his head. “I sent the extra staff home and asked only a few to stay. They’re on the property, tucked safely into their cabins. I sent them out early. We’ll have to rough it for tonight.” He smirked at me.
I glanced around the luxurious lodge-like dwelling, the huge fireplace, and the fur rugs…nothing about this place suggested we were “roughing it” just because we didn’t have room service.
