Chapter 5

Ezra's POV 

The evening air at the country club is warm and inviting. I pick up my drink from the table and take a sip before setting it down. I’ve been here with Jason for over an hour and I still can't get my mind to relax due to the presence of someone living rent free in my head. 

It's been a week since the morning after the incident with my chef and I just can't seem to get her off my mind. To be honest, I don't know what this is. I didn't catch a clear view of her the night I entered her room but I knew she looked hot, especially in her nightie. I certainly wasn't expecting what I was met with the morning after. It's safe to say my private chef is the most beautiful woman I have ever come across. Annoyingly so. 

Don't get me wrong. I've met several sexy women but Carissa's beauty is unmatched. There's just something about her that draws me in and I totally hate it. To top it all, she's annoying. She makes me eat the healthy meals she prepares and I just don't know why I can't seem to turn her down. All I think about whenever I see her is how I want to spread her open on my bed as I eat her out while she screams my name with that sexy mouth of hers. 

I hate this feeling. I never think about a woman twice. I never get attached to anyone but some private chef lady has me caught up in a tango and it's closing in on me. More than I care to admit. I need to get rid of this feeling as soon as possible. I know sex with her would totally kill everything off but I don't mix business with pleasure. I can't have sex with my staff especially when said staff lives under the same roof as I do. At least for the most part of the week. I hear Jason call my name and I'm brought out of my thoughts.

“What’s up man? You've been quiet all evening. You good?” he stares at me tentatively.

“Yea, just work stuff” I answer absentmindedly.

“We just closed a huge deal last week, Ezra. Forget about work for a minute and relax a bit” he says and I give him a small nod.

“How’s Carissa by the way?” he casually picks up his phone from the table and unlocks it.

“Why are you asking about her?” I didn't mean to sound defensive.

“Yo, chill man. Calm your hoots down. It's just a harmless question” he says, giving me a stupid smirk. I look away. Why did I react like that? I mean, Jason has a wife so it's not like he's onto her or something. I mentally punch myself. Irritation evident on my face.

“Okay, man. You need to tell me what's gotten you all riled up”

“It’s really nothing serious. And to answer your question, my chef is at home doing the job I pay her to do” I say. 

A lady walks in looking sexy as hell and she slowly approach our table. She attempts to move past me and accidentally drops her purse and she bends to pick it up. Her entire cleavage is a sight to see. The neckline of her skimpy dress is so low that if not careful, she would have her nipples poking out as well. I recognize this as an invite. It happens a lot so I'm used to it now. She stands straight and gives me a subtle wink as she brushes past me and makes her way to the bar section.

And then it clicks. Sex is just what I need to get my annoyingly hot chef out of my mind and get myself out of this foul mood. My gaze trails after the lady and a smile creeps up my face.

“I guess you just had your meal for the night handed to you on a platter” Jason says with a small laugh.

“I mean, who says no to all of that?” I smirk.

“Funny how it takes a woman to bring out a smile from your face. We’ve been here all evening and you’ve been sulking all through” Jason says 

“I wasn't sulking. But that answers your question. You're not a woman so I have no reason to smile at you, man” I say as I grab my phone.

“So you're just going to up and leave?” he asks feigning annoyance and I resist the urge to roll my eyes at him. This isn't the first time this is happening. He's just choosing to make a big deal out of this.

“I guess I'll see you later man” I tap him lightly on the shoulders and make my way towards the bar section, putting a call through to my driver to bring my car around. I easily spot the lady and walk up to her.

“Hey beautiful. You don't look like you're enjoying your drink. What do you say we get out of here?” she looks up at me and gives me a sexy smile.

“After you, handsome” she says. I put my hand forwards and she places her diamond clad fingers in them and I lead her out, towards the front of the property. We make our way to a five star luxurious hotel around the corner and I pour all my frustration in her all through out multiple sessions. 

One thing bothered me though. I couldn't cum until I picture her to be Carissa, my chef and I would cum hard. This happened for the entire three rounds I had her. This is getting even more concerning and I hate it.

It's almost 12midnight when I slip out of the bed carefully and get dressed. I had transferred some money to her account before we started so I just grab my phone and head home. I don't feel like crashing at a hotel. I need my bed. I won't deny the fact that I feel a lot lighter though.

“Oh my goodness! You scared me!” Carissa shrieks as she places her hands on her chest. I had arrived earlier and walked straight to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water when I saw her doing same. I guess she was kinda startled because of how up close I was and it made me almost laugh.

“What are you doing here by this time of the night?” I ask, ignoring her reaction.

“I got thirsty and just came down to grab water” she signals to the bottle of water in her hand. I refrain from letting my eyes linger. She's in pajamas tonight but it does nothing to hide the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts.

“Did you just get home?” she asks

“Clearly..” I give her a pointed look and she looks away. She seems a bit unsettled but I pay no mind to it.

“Alright, I’ll head up now. Good night Mr. Ezra” she stresses deliberately and she leaves almost immediately. 

I know she said that on purpose and I shake my head. As beautiful as she is, she can be very annoying and I hate to admit that it turns me on whenever she's in her annoying element. I quickly grab a bottle and head up to my room to wash up and retire to bed.