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119 pages, Kindle Edition
Published August 26, 2016
**Fucking the staff has gotten me into plenty of trouble in the past. It’s not my fault if some girls don’t understand that a one night stand means it begins and ends in the bedroom. You don’t bring your feelings into the kitchen.**
**As eager as I was to bed her, her words stung. Why was she so hung up on how many girls I’ve slept with? And what was that remark about me sleeping with every girl in the restaurant? I haven’t slept with all of them. Just Amber, Mackenzie, Jackie and Mel. Oh, and, Nikki. She was a trip. She called me night and day. When I tried to explain to her that it was nothing more than a one night stand and she needed to move on, she retaliated by spitting in every dish she took out of the kitchen.**
**The investors warned me to keep my dick in my pants. I was strictly forbidden from fucking anyone on staff. I was behaving myself. Or at least I had been until Roche walked into my kitchen. She was a smart girl. She wasn’t like most of the chicks I hooked up with. I’d have to play it smart with her.**
**Doggy style was my favorite position. When I fucked a girl from this position, it gave me control. I could move her around and get take her exactly as I wanted. Also, it gave me the perfect angle to hit her g-spot.**
**“Shut down? Who the fuck told you the restaurant was closed?” “I did.” I closed my eyes and took a breath. I recognized that voice. Gwen. The bane of my existence and my primary investor. She was a rich kid. She’d inherited a fortune at an early age. She had a cute country accent that clashed with her polished, rich executive look. I turned to face her. I wasn’t surprised to see her in a perfectly tailored, expensive designer top and skirt. She wore black stiletto heels; her calf muscles were perfectly toned and tanned. No doubt the result of hours with her personal trainer. She looked amazing. “Gwen,” I said by way of greeting. “Vincent, we need to talk.” No one calls me Vincent, but I let Gwen get away with. There’s something about the way my name rolls off her tongue I find sexy. We stepped into my office and shut the door.**
**Gwen and I had a brief affair a year ago. She was married at the time. When her husband walked in on us fucking, he tried to fight me. I knocked him out with one punch. He was a soft, rich boy; a weasel that lived off his daddy’s money and connections. I had no idea what a strong, smart woman like Gwen was doing married to him. When he filed for divorce, I thought it was for the best. As far as I was concerned getting caught in bed together was the best thing to happen to Gwen. She didn’t see things the same way, especially after her soon to be exhusband tried to take half her money. He failed, but I heard he walked away from the marriage with a huge settlement. Gwen was still unimaginably rich, but she didn’t like to lose. She blamed me for her divorce. When I reminded her that it takes two to tango, she gave me a death stare that I’ll never forget.**
**She stepped forward. We stood close together in my small office. She touched my shirt. Her hand lingered on my chest. “I hired you to do a job, so do it,” she whispered. “Yes, ma’am,” I said sarcastically. She moved even closer. Her face was an inch away from mine. “You’re a pain in the ass. You’re temperamental, demanding, a perfectionist, impossible to work with…” “And?” “And you get the job done. Your food is amazing. Your restaurants are insanely popular.” Her hand moved lower, passing over my abs. For some reason, her touch reminded me of Roche. The memory of Roche’s body beneath mine, her tight pussy and cries of ecstasy sent a small tremor through me. Gwen saw the way I reacted to her touch. She misinterpreted my reaction as being turned on by her. She didn’t realize I was thinking about someone else.**
**She took a step back, but not before planting a soft kiss on my lips. “Fix this,” she said. “We’ll talk later.” I hoped there was no later, but I couldn’t avoid seeing her again. She’d pumped millions of dollars into this restaurant. There was zero chance she’d walk away from her investment. Gwen turned and left. As I watched her leave, I thought of Roche. She was probably still at home, wondering where I was and what last night meant. I looked up and was surprised to see her on the other side of my office window. She stood in the kitchen, glaring at me. Had she seen Gwen kiss me? This was just what I needed. If the girls were at each other’s throats, I’d never get anything accomplished. I needed a kitchen that ran as smoothly as possibly. No fighting. No conflict. No drama. How naïve I was.**
**“First of all, that woman is not my girlfriend, she’s an investor. Second of all, it’s rare to see a woman working in the kitchen of a restaurant like this. So, you’re right, she probably does assume we’re sleeping together because…” “Because you’re a slut?” I offered. He gave me a hard look. “What? That’s your reputation.” “I know what my reputation is.” “Do you?” “Yes.” “People say you’re a womanizer, that you take advantage of girls. You’re notorious for dumping girls after fucking them. In fact, I heard you got a server pregnant then abandoned her.” “What?” he shouted. Moreau uncrossed his arms and pushed away from the desk. “That’s not true. I like to fuck around- I don’t deny it- but I’ve never abandoned a pregnant girlfriend, or whatever nonsense people are saying behind my back.”**
**“What makes you think I’m asking your permission? This is my restaurant, or did you forget that?” “Gwen-” “No, you listen to me. If you want to continue to run this restaurant, you’ll do as I say.” She was standing very close to me. Our bodies practically touched. There was an implication to her words I didn’t like. Gwen readjusted my collar, then kissed my cheek. I stood as still as a statue. “Behave yourself,” she said. “I want to see you tonight. After work, I want you to come over to my place and cook a meal for me. Can you do that?” Her hand slid down my chest and across my abs. I wanted to throw her out of my office, but I couldn’t do that. She could fire me in a heartbeat. “Yes,” I said, practically choking on my words. “Good.” As Gwen left, I caught sight of Roche. She was pretending not to watch, but I could tell she’d seen everything from Gwen hugging me to kissing me. She looked pissed.**