Novelas y relatos de Rob Li Private Chef

We make our way into the diner and I immediately sight Liam in a booth at the end of the aisle, he looks up and when I see the look on his face when he spots Chef next to me, Chef moves to take a seat by the counter and I make my way to the booth. I sit down opposite Liam and he doesn't look happy. “I thought we agreed to have breakfast together?” He asks. “We are having breakfast together.” I tell him. “I meant alone, who is he?” He asks as he glares at Chef and Chef glares right back at him. “We are alone, and he is a precaution, he isn't going to bother us unless you try to do something stupid.” I tell him. “You don't trust me Kylie?” He asks and he has the audacity to look offended.

Tiana asked. I shook my head. “Nothing. The meal tastes so good.” She looked pleased at that. “I do my best to hire the best chefs. I mean, what beats a good cooked meal after a long day at work?” The man, I think his name was Jerry, smiled. I risked a look at my thighs and caught the sight of Liora’s perfect manicure. How had she slipped under the table without anyone noticing? Her fingers slid up my bare thigh to push my dress higher. I pressed my legs together, but she gently pried them apart.

“The guy can cook. Like, really cook.” “Hmm,” I said, rolling my eyes. “You don’t believe me, do you?” he asked, a slow smile spreading on his face. “Yeah. He’s a hotshot lawyer, ridiculously rich and somehow he also knows how to whip up a five star meal. Makes the rest of us look bad.” “Really?” Liam came out of the doorway, leaning on the wall, his eyes on James. “You’ve never praised me like that before.” “And I’m never saying that again,” James said, deadpan.

After eating, I picked up my laptop wanting to continue working on a recipe I was creating when an email caught my eye. It was from the Roy enterprise. I clicked the email open and started reading. Roy Enterprise – Confidential Offer We are pleased to offer you the position of Personal Chef to Mr. Liam Roy, CEO of Roy Enterprise…

I’m less Bill Gates and more Tony Stark—only without the Iron Man suit. But of course, getting rid of Ian left me without a chef, and seeing as how I don’t trust anybody else’s opinion on who I should be hiring and bringing into my home, I’m going through the interview process this evening myself. I had all the applicants cook a dish for me that showed off their skills, but as I look across the smiling, seductive faces of the girls lined up in front of me, I don’t have much hope for filling the position tonight. “It’s a lobster risotto—Maine lobster—with thyme and pomegranate,” a girl with winged eyeliner and oversized fake tits tells me, smiling through her lip injections.

Liam I thought it would be easy. I mean, how hard could it be to dig up some information? But here I was, four days deep in Hawaii, flipping chicken and battling mosquitoes, all for the sake of getting to the truth. And worse? I’d turned into some kind of damn heartthrob chef. “The chicken, Liam! Table five wants the chicken!” I barely glanced up as Madam Chloe’s voice rang through the small, bustling restaurant. The woman was relentless.

“Exactly. I mean, I picked up a few things during that lockdown storm situation. I watched you work. Took notes.” I took a careful bite. He waited. “How is it?” he asked. “Do you want the truth or do you want me to flatter you?” He winced. “Hit me with the truth.” I swallowed and smiled sweetly. “It’s horrible.” Liam groaned, collapsing back onto the bed with a laugh. “Knew I should’ve just ordered in.” “No, no–it’s endearing. Like watching a toddler try to paint a masterpiece.” “I forgot you're a chef,” he muttered.

Made from pure gold, just like the plates, bowls, cups, and cutlery. Every meal was served with perfection, every detail catered to excess. Two maids stood by my side as I sat down. One of them immediately lifted the cover from my plate, revealing the meal beneath. “Today, we prepared pepper soup with agidi, roasted chicken, and a fruit salad,” she informed me. I simply nodded, picking up my spoon. I was about to take my first bite when my phone rang. I frowned. Who the hell was calling me during my mealtime?

Lion asks as we’re walking to our table, “You smell… I mean, you look upset all of a sudden.” “I’m really glad we’re going to do this,” I admit in a whisper, looking up at him, “Let’s order everything in the menu, starting with the most expensive shit we can find.” “That’s my girl,” he lets out, squeezing the fuck out of my hand, “I’m craving lobster.” “And caviar,” I add, because FUCK RICH PEOPLE. I’m going to enjoy eating here for free, unlike them. They might have money, but I have a pro dine-and-dasher. I win today.

' "Your parents allowed you to have brown hair?" Ria looked at her shocked. "No. They love me and give me the freedom to do anything," said Ria, keeping her anger in control. "How old are you?" "Eighteen." "Oh good. Do you know how to cook?" "Yes, I make pasta, bologna, chicken, lobster rolls and many other dishes." "Lobster? Ram! Ram!" said the old woman keeping a hand on her chest. For nearly five minutes, they did not speak to each other 'Thank God. She finally shut her mouth.'