The tour of the house went by as one big blur. Ruby's mind was focused on the hundreds of complicated recipes. From the glance she'd taken she didn't even recognize some of the ingredients. How in the hell was she going to pull this off? That was some crazy assed “Chef Ramsey” shit he was expecting from her by the looks of it. What if she took the job and couldn't make it work and he let her go? She supposed she could go crawling back to the coffee house, begging for her old job.The other thing that was keeping her mind from focusing was his general closeness. They had always had the counter at the coffee shop dividing them, but now he was next to her. Throughout the tour Roth would touch her shoulder lightly or place his palm at the small of her back, or take her hand to catch her attention; with each slight contact she was put more on edge as her desire for him rose. Should potential employers be holding potential employees hands? If even briefly. She didn't think so. But she liked

“Name,” he stated, a deep accent lacing the singular, blunt word.Clara cleared her throat and wiped her sweaty palms on her grey pencil skirt. “Hello,” she said, “My name is Clara Serim” she smiled nervously at the authority figure seated on a large leather chair behind a dark, polished marble desk so large it almost took up the entire length of the office.Roth didn’t glance in her direction as she walked forward and placed her resume on his desk with shaky hands.“Take a seat,” he muttered, still staring intently at his computer screen.Clara nodded, even though she knew he wasn’t going to be paying attention to the gesture. “Thank you.” she took a seat in one of the navy coloured leather chairs that were placed in front of his desk, and gripped the arm of the chair with such force that she watched her knuckles turn white.A few silent moments passed before his dark eyes flickered in her direction briefly, and then doing a double take.Clara eyes widen slightly and she swallowed f

The 5 girls who were frozen with shock, but the red haired girl recovered quickly. “But Rothdam, surely we’re more qualified-”“I have personally looked over Ms. Serim qualifications and found her to be the perfect candidate. This discussion is over. Have a nice day.” His dismissed them coolly, before Clara felt his warm breath on her neck. “Come into my office once they leave so I can brief you on your role as my assistantistant.” Clara nodded stiffly, conscious of the close proximity between their bodies.“Don’t worry, I won’t try anything,” Roth chuckled softly. “Even though I want to.”He pulled away and Clara turned to catch his smirk just before it slipped off his face and he turned to leave.She turned back to the girls – who were looking at her as if they were measuring what coffin would fit her best – and gave them a small smile. “Thank you for your time,” Clara repeated, stepping aside as an indication for them to leave.“This isn’t over, you obese pig,” The red head sneere

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

"Here? Now?"He smiled softly and nodded, but his tone was firm, "now."Taking his hand, she rose from her chair and he led her to the small vacant area in front of the window. He pulled her tight into him, wrapping his arms around her waist. She found herself melting against him. As she slipped her hands up his hard chest and secured them around his neck, a voice in the back of her mind warned her she was going to get hurt. It warned her that he was way out of her league and that she was just a distraction until he started dating some new super model or actress. She pressed that voice to the deep recesses of her mind, as she gazed deep into his intense, dark eyes.After all of the nights she spent dreaming of him, why couldn't she allow herself to pretend this could be real? Just for the night while dressed in the most exquisite gown she'd ever owned, being held in the arms of the most charming and gorgeous man she'd ever laid eyes on. She wanted to pretend she was the princess and t