“You’re not in here to get your marching orders, so sit down and take a breath.”
“Oh.” I take a seat and cross my legs. He doesn’t need a flash of my panties under my skirt. My entire body heats as his eyes rake the length of me.
“You know food.”
It’s a statement, not a question, so I sit wide-eyed, waiting for him to continue.
“Do I intimidate you?”
“Yes. You’re the youngest chef to earn a Michelin Star. Dulip has won every culinary award going, and the fact that you achieved all of that in Manhattan isreallyimpressive. I’d be a fool not to be intimidated.”
“Why are you waitressing?”
“Because it’s a job.” It comes out snarkier than I intend. I’m nervous, and I’m not about to tell him that this is just a means to an end.
“You’re a little spitfire, aren’t you?”
“I… I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. Now, answer the question. You’re clearly skilled with flavors. Why aren’t you working in a kitchen? Are you trained?”
“Not the same level of training you had, but yes. I hope to go to Italy and study someday. Why do I work here? Because I wanted a foot in the door. Better to serve your food than work in the kitchen of an inferior chef. You’re the best there is, and I want to be at the right hand of a culinary god.”
He stares me down, the furrow of his brow only highlighting his deviously delicious eyes as he bites his bottom lip.
“You’re waitressing in my restaurant because you want to learn?”
“Yes. I figured at some point, maybe I could wash dishes. As long as I’m in the kitchen, I’ll be the hardest worker you’ve ever had, sir.” He shifts in his chair, his stare pinning me to the spot.
“I’m considering opening a second location and will be hiring a new kitchen staff.” A wave of excitement washes over me, almost knocking me off my feet.
“I can wash dishes or chop vegetables. I’ll do anything you need.” A sultry grin tugs at the corner of his lips.
“You intrigue me, Aspen. I want to see what you can do in a kitchen. Based on your palette, I’d say you’re quite adept.”
“I would love the chance to cook for you, Chef Stevens.” Nerves rack my entire body. I came in here thinking I might lose my job, and instead, he’s asking me to cook for him.Me.
“Sir is fine.”
“Yes, sir.” I clench my fists in my lap, trying to steady my shaking hands.
“It was a joke, Aspen. You don’t need to be so formal. If I’m directing you in a kitchen, then I expect to be addressed as Chef Stevens. I’ve earned that respect, but if it’s just us, please, call me Ryder.”
“Yes, sir… I mean, yes, Stevens. Oh shit. I’m so sorry. I’m a little nervous. Thank you for this opportunity, Ryder. I won’t let you down.”
He leans back in his chair, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “Let’s take it one step at a time. Are you available during the day to come in and work with me?”
I pinch myself. Surely, I’m dreaming right now.
“Of course. I will make myself available any day you want.”
He tilts his head, considering me. “So compliant. Have you always been this way?”
I suddenly feel exposed. Naked before him. “You must bring it out in me. I’m usually a ball buster.” His eyes darken, and my skin heats under his gaze, traitorous as I fight to stay professional.
Chapter 4
RYDER
