Chefs Kiss Meme Novels & Stories

Drew facepalmed. "Parce que tu és le seul fantome que je connaisse qui soit un chef (Because you're the only ghost whom I know is a chef)" Calvin replied. “Wrong, Mason is also a chef. Why not ask him to prepare a dish for you?“ “Nope, I'll pass. I like to have my head intact even as a ghost," Calvin pouted "How are you even sure she has all the ingredients needed for preparing a Coq Au Vin Blanc?“

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

Although the words stuck in my throat, my body was screaming for me to kiss him and, for a brief minute, forget the chaos of my life. He then gave me a kiss. It wasn't a tentative, slow kiss. It was intense and furious, like a fire starting inside of me. His lips meeting mine caused something inside of me to burst open, even if I hadn't anticipated it. Breathless, my eyes wide, I withdrew. "What the hell was that?" Yemi remained unflinching. He just grinned, his eyes full of laughter. "Exactly what you needed." A hand grabbed my shoulder before I could reply, pulling me back into the unprepared reality.

I giggled. “It’s not every day I make you food. I wanted everything to… look tasty,” Levi said with a wink. “And look.” He mentioned to the food in front of him. He made a gesture where he pulled his finger tips together, put it to his mouth, and pulled his hand away from his body. “Chefs kiss.” “Now who’s the little tease?” I joked. “Guilty,” Levi said.

EDEN I'm elbow-deep in a massive stockpot, stirring a batch of creamy soup that the chef asked me to finish while she stepped out to handle a delivery. The residents love this recipe, apparently. It's a little weird that Chef Carla is the only one on duty at the moment. I'm humming under my breath, smiling like an idiot every time I remember the supply closet kisses. I can almost feel the ghost of Hayden's lips on mine. I touch my bottom lip unconsciously. It's still a little swollen. My cheeks heat up. God, I hate that I miss it already.

He even gave the chefs a day off. Mason squinted at the cookbook propped open on the counter. “Fold in the quirked cheese….what the fuck does that even mean?” He tried out what he’d just read on the experiment he was making on the tabletop and almost immediately came a sneeze. He'd accidentally inhaled a cloud of pepper, this also sent a handful of chopped onions flying here and there in the process. “Fucking hell,” he growled and swiped at his watering eyes with the back of his hand, leaving a streak of flour across his forehead.

“And by the way, people are freaking out about him on social media. Along with #justiceforabby, there’s also #mysterychef. People are eating it up.” I make a confused face. With a sigh, Chloe slips her phone out of her pocket, taps on her screen for a few moments, then holds it out for me. On the screen is a screenshot from the show of Karl and I, standing beside one another, our hands touching. The picture has been zoomed in to the point of blurriness, but I can see it. And the caption reads: “Dear Abby, please reveal your #mysterychef! We’re rooting for you… both of you!”

Finally, I saw Alex Davis - my goal. He wore spotless white clothes and the typical white hat with confidence, so everyone could instantly figure out he was the Chef. His eyes found me at my table and a chill ran through my body, as I knew I messed with this guy for no reason. His salad was divine. “Are you the cook?” I started before they reached the table. “I am The Chef. Alex Davis,” he corrected me, showing me he wasn’t easily scared by power and riches. “May I know what the problem is, miss?”

He turned around the moment she entered. Renée burst into laughter as she saw the writings ‘Kiss the chef’ on the apron. After contemplating for s few seconds, she covered the distance between them, wraps her arms around his waist before giving him a chaste kiss on his lips. “I know for sure that I'm hungry”. “Then you should be prepared to taste your mate's special delicacy made from a secret recipe. He indicated to the various dishes already made “This is mahimahi with spices, marinated grilled chicken, risotto and rissole (Italian rice and meat)”

The scent of Sandra’s perfume was still in the air. "Your brother learnt how to cook to impress Susan. Why don't you learn to cook to impress me?” He asked rhetorically but seeing her confused expression, he quickly corrected himself. “Or maybe, your future husband." Mia didn’t seem to agree with him. "Cooking is a full time job, for which reason there is a profession called chef." Greg gave up. Mia has had no reason to learn how to cook since she grew up with chefs at her beck and call. "I'll cook while you eat."