Chapter Eighteen

Boy, if they could see me now, she thought with a smug feeling of satisfaction as she watched him slide in the car behind the steering wheel. He glanced over at her and her heart skipped a beat. A warm smile graced his face as he started the car. The engine roared to life and he shifted it into gear, speeding out of the driveway.

"So do you buy all of your employees beautiful, overpriced dresses and take them to some surprise location whenever you hire them?" she teased.

He shot her wry grin and shook his head, "Nah, I'm starting something new with you."

"So I'm the guinea pig," she lifted a brow at him.

"Something like that. Besides, might I remind you that you are not only the chef, but there are other duties that come with the position..."

Ruby laughed, "I know. I know. The non-wife - wife duties, minus the sex."

Gabriel's face blanched at the wisecrack, but he quickly regained his composure and glanced over at her, his eyes roaming the length of her body, before returning back to