My Apron Novels & Stories

Gavin switched off the cooker and poured tea into a cup. "Tea or coffee?" I pointed to the tea pot. "Okay, dokey," Gavin replied, his eyes sparkling with amusement. My eyes roamed over Gavin, and he was shirtless, with only an apron around him. The soft fabric hugged his hips, emphasizing his narrow waist. The ties dangled tantalizingly, begging to be secured. With a sly smile, he tightened the apron, the movement accentuating the muscles in his back. The apron's playful design – a subtle pattern of utensils with balloons and spices – seemed to mock the intensity of his gaze. Yet, it only added to the allure.

Evelyn POV I sit at the edge of my bed, the old wine-colored apron folded carefully in my lap. It feels heavier than I remember, the fabric somehow denser with all the memories I’m too scared to face. The scent is faint but unmistakable—rosemary and lemon zest, the smell that used to fill my kitchen like a promise of something good to come. I haven’t worn this apron since the week before the kidnapping. Before everything went wrong. Normally, this apron would bring me comfort. Like a familiar embrace, the way soft cotton wraps around a dancer’s waist before the music starts. But today, I hold it like it might betray me. Like it might tear itself away from me and remind me how fragile everyth

Dean stepped inside and paused, eyes roaming without judgment. “It’s very you,” he said finally. I clutched the grocery bags. “That’s not a compliment.” He turned to me, something soft in his expression. “Yeah, it is.” I busied myself unpacking. We cooked together him in his tailored dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, and me in my faded college sweatshirt. I had on a pink princess snow white apron and he had just a plain brown . It was such a ridiculous sight but it made me smile

Chapter 29 BRIANNA’S POV Rushing into the kitchen, I reached for a paper towel and tried to wipe the spilt coffee off my apron. Luckily for me, I had an apron over my dress. If not, the hotness could have penetrated through the light fabric of my dress and burned my skin.

“I only have this one. You can wear it.” After all, he was the chef. She was merely playing second fiddle here. Elijah turned and frowned when he saw the apron Sally was holding. It was pink and had bunny ears sewn onto it. “That’s fine too.” He laughed helplessly. Seems like he would have to prepare his own apron as well the next time. At this moment, he looked at his hands, which were covered in barbeque sauce and flour. “Can you help?” Sally nodded.

"Just so you know, you look even more stupid in that apron" I acknowledged while munching on m&ms. He stared down at the white apron, pulling out the edges and displaying the red uneven hearts plastered on it. "You know I made this, right?" "Still stupid" "I'm not taking it off, okay? Deal with it" "Yeah, whatever." He huffed and turned around, resuming his duty as my personal chef and in the process, flexing his butt.

A group of men and women in aprons were currently chopping and peeling veggies. A big, serious-looking lady was stirring a huge pot on the stove. Her apron was different from everyone else's. Hers was a pink ruffled item with an image of a bloody knife. Her hair was bunched up, and she was barking orders at everyone. The rest of them were busy peeling and chopping to satisfy her needs. There's a bottle of seasonings, some carrots cut up over there, a dash of salt, and some egg whites being whisked in a pan.

She said softly and I nodded, mouthing a quick thanks before following Daisy further in Daisy led me through the locker area, I took a deep breath as my eyes landed on the one that was to be mine. I quickly unlocked it and placed my bag inside, grabbing the neatly folded apron and disposable hairnet. I stared down at the apron only to notice that my name was boldly written on it. My lips stretched into a big smile as I slipped the apron on quickly arranging my hair and covering it with the hairnet As I tied the apron strings at my back, my mind flickered to the email yet again making my jaw clench harder. I didn't want to think about this, at least not now

I paused, “Why? Do you cook?” He then put on an apron and winked at me. I looked at the apron he was wearing, there were little cats, no, hello kitty, drawn in it and it looked tight on his arms. It must have been for a woman as it was too fitted for him that his muscles were bulging through. “What are you looking at, princess?” He asked through my stares and I chuckled. “The apron is too tight for you. and the hello kitty patterns.” I voiced out loud, laughing at him.

Helena says almost whispering "Yeah, I know, I can't let you go like that" "Thanks Tsao, I knew you would understand" Tsao takes two pieces of cloth and straps them to their waist "You can't go without the apron or the uniform wouldn't be complete" The small aprons are merely decorative and don't cover them in the slightest, on the contrary it gives a luscious apprearence. "Now get going, the tavern is completely full and we need to get our money back somehow"