have all day so let’s make sure we get it all perfect for the wedding party.”
“We’ve got this, chef.” He throws me a salute.
Suddenly, I’m startled by Trent - my ex-boyfriend - bursting through the service doors. He has this look that says I’m going to murder someone on his face. I take a deep breath in and prepare myself.
He looks so gorgeous when he’s angry, his full lips pursed, his eyes piercing mine.
“What’s this?” he asks and slams down a tabloid.
“Well, Trent, that’s a magazine,” I reply with a smirk.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” Well, he’s to the point, isn’t he? Now, I’m a bit angry with his tone.
“Trent, office!” I point and give him an equally harsh look. He’s absolutely stunning, tall with dark blonde hair and a face that’s just as beautiful as Eoin’s. I don’t even want to think about his incredible hard body, his washboard abs. I shake that picture out of my head as quickly as I can.
He and I have been going on and off, and have been off for three months now. I figure I’ll let him stew, so I make him sit in my office for a few hours. Nobody gets in the way of my work - my passion is more like it.
I finish up and wash my hands, taking a deep breath in. This will be fun… Not! Sigh . I walk into the office and shut the door behind me, sitting down to look at Trent.
He glares back at me. He’s going to make me start this off, isn’t he?
“I didn’t tell you for exactly this reason,” I say, waving my hands up and down at him to indicate his visible frustration. “Anyway, we’re not together and haven’t been for months, so what’s your issue?”
He opens his mouth to reply but I interrupt him before he can start. “Oh, and never come in my kitchen and interrupt me or my staff again.” He waits a second before replying.
“I apologize for that. I just wish you would have told me.” His look is almost sad, his head tilted and a pout playing at his lips. God, his lips are sexy! He stands, walks over to me and pulls me up, looking into my eyes. I begin to worry about his next move.
“I love you, you know I do, and I’m hurt. Why did you do this to me?” This isn’t what I was expecting at all.
I try to take a step back and he pulls me into him, kissing me deeply. I almost let it continue before I snap to my senses and push him back into the couch.
“Don’t ever do that again, Trent! I’m seeing Eoin! Get the fuck over it. I care for you, too, and we can be friends but never cross that line again!”
I feel like Trent totally just manipulated me into that. I have to tell Eoin. It would be wrong not to.
I open my mouth to talk but he interrupts me again.
“I’ll never apologize for loving you-” My turn to interrupt!
“No! I’m not letting your feelings be an excuse. Now, get the fuck out of here and when I’m ready to talk, I’ll call you!” He knows I mean business and gets up.
“I’m sorry I let you go. I hope you call soon.” He leaves and I plop down in my chair.
What the fuck was that all about? He loves me? Oh hell, I just don’t need this. I look at my watch and head back.
As we are sending out the last few plates of dessert, my phones buzzes. It’s a picture from Eoin of him loving on his cat. I feel a huge smile spread across my face and send him a text saying,
* That’s one gorgeous guy. You are also looking mighty fine, Eoi nJ *
He’s so fucking perfect! How I’m this lucky is still killing me. Then Trent pops in my head… What the fuck? Love? No!
I won’t think about that right now, so I begin to help cleaning the line and do a few last minute jobs on payroll as everyone leaves.
I shouldn’t have drank that much last night, which reminds me… I call Crystal to see how she is and to have her order Chinese because I’m starving.
On my way home, I go through the whole Trent ordeal. How can he say love? Now he says love, and it was a low blow, in my opinion. No way am I going
“We’ve got this, chef.” He throws me a salute.
Suddenly, I’m startled by Trent - my ex-boyfriend - bursting through the service doors. He has this look that says I’m going to murder someone on his face. I take a deep breath in and prepare myself.
He looks so gorgeous when he’s angry, his full lips pursed, his eyes piercing mine.
“What’s this?” he asks and slams down a tabloid.
“Well, Trent, that’s a magazine,” I reply with a smirk.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” Well, he’s to the point, isn’t he? Now, I’m a bit angry with his tone.
“Trent, office!” I point and give him an equally harsh look. He’s absolutely stunning, tall with dark blonde hair and a face that’s just as beautiful as Eoin’s. I don’t even want to think about his incredible hard body, his washboard abs. I shake that picture out of my head as quickly as I can.
He and I have been going on and off, and have been off for three months now. I figure I’ll let him stew, so I make him sit in my office for a few hours. Nobody gets in the way of my work - my passion is more like it.
I finish up and wash my hands, taking a deep breath in. This will be fun… Not! Sigh . I walk into the office and shut the door behind me, sitting down to look at Trent.
He glares back at me. He’s going to make me start this off, isn’t he?
“I didn’t tell you for exactly this reason,” I say, waving my hands up and down at him to indicate his visible frustration. “Anyway, we’re not together and haven’t been for months, so what’s your issue?”
He opens his mouth to reply but I interrupt him before he can start. “Oh, and never come in my kitchen and interrupt me or my staff again.” He waits a second before replying.
“I apologize for that. I just wish you would have told me.” His look is almost sad, his head tilted and a pout playing at his lips. God, his lips are sexy! He stands, walks over to me and pulls me up, looking into my eyes. I begin to worry about his next move.
“I love you, you know I do, and I’m hurt. Why did you do this to me?” This isn’t what I was expecting at all.
I try to take a step back and he pulls me into him, kissing me deeply. I almost let it continue before I snap to my senses and push him back into the couch.
“Don’t ever do that again, Trent! I’m seeing Eoin! Get the fuck over it. I care for you, too, and we can be friends but never cross that line again!”
I feel like Trent totally just manipulated me into that. I have to tell Eoin. It would be wrong not to.
I open my mouth to talk but he interrupts me again.
“I’ll never apologize for loving you-” My turn to interrupt!
“No! I’m not letting your feelings be an excuse. Now, get the fuck out of here and when I’m ready to talk, I’ll call you!” He knows I mean business and gets up.
“I’m sorry I let you go. I hope you call soon.” He leaves and I plop down in my chair.
What the fuck was that all about? He loves me? Oh hell, I just don’t need this. I look at my watch and head back.
As we are sending out the last few plates of dessert, my phones buzzes. It’s a picture from Eoin of him loving on his cat. I feel a huge smile spread across my face and send him a text saying,
* That’s one gorgeous guy. You are also looking mighty fine, Eoi nJ *
He’s so fucking perfect! How I’m this lucky is still killing me. Then Trent pops in my head… What the fuck? Love? No!
I won’t think about that right now, so I begin to help cleaning the line and do a few last minute jobs on payroll as everyone leaves.
I shouldn’t have drank that much last night, which reminds me… I call Crystal to see how she is and to have her order Chinese because I’m starving.
On my way home, I go through the whole Trent ordeal. How can he say love? Now he says love, and it was a low blow, in my opinion. No way am I going
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