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The question threw uard I’m not sure what I expected, but it hadn’t been this Panic flared inI could think of

“What?” I asked dumbly

He got inme feel small

“Who are you and what the hell are you doing inlot?”

“I-I’m Amber Foster,” I sta to struggle with this job Maybe his asshole persona would help diminish just how incredibly fine he was My nipples budded and every nerve ending in reat pleasure Warmth raced up my chest and cheeks as I tried to simply breathe

He looked ed “Is that supposed toto me?”

“I’m your new chef”

I thought the explanation would diffuse the situation, but sos worse

His angry expression shifted to a look of contempt “Ahh, yes The culinary school rock star”

It wasn’t at all a compliment “Well, I don’t know about that But I did win a feards during—”

“You’re in the real world noards mean jack shit”

I swiped a shaky hand across my forehead, which was suddenly slick with sweat “Of course, Chef It’s just that it was a very competitive field of—”

“I don’t care, and neither do the customers Send out one of those awards on a plate and see howmatters; the food Is that understood?”

“Yes, Chef And can I just say that I’ for you”

His eht into aze, and I hoped he couldn’t see it I’d already started off on the wrong foot, though I had no clue hoas early I was polite I was me Either way, I didn’t want to piss him off any more than I already had