Lilith’s POVI woke up sweetly sore, body aching in the most deliciously traitorous way. Early morning light spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my guest suite, painting the room in soft golds and pinks over the Pacific. For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself last night had been a fever dream.It wasn’t.I dragged myself out of bed, legs shaky, and padded to the bathroom. A quick shower helped clear some of the fog, but the soreness remained—a constant reminder of Damien’s commanding hands in the kitchen and Julian’s wicked grin under the stars. Well, It was Saturday morning and I had a menu to execute. I dressed in my chef whites—crisp, professional, then headed downstairs to the kitchen. Breakfast needed to be light yet indulgent; buttery croissants fresh from the oven, vanilla French toast with berries, poached eggs with smoked salmon on sourdough, tropical smoothies, and a platter of seasonal fruits arranged like edible art
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