Heat: A Bad Boy Chef Romance Read Online Free Page B

told you to go home. I didn’t say you were fired.”
    I wanted to hit him. I’d been through hell all day, thinking my career, my dreams were gone.
    “Roche, did you leave your station unsupervised at any time today?”
    His question caught me off guard. Was this a test? “I don’t think so.”
    “You don’t know?”
    “I… well, no.”
    His frown deepened. “It must have happened in the freezer then.”
    “What?”
    “Someone poured old oyster water into your sauce.”
    “What? Why would someone do that?”
    “Because they want your job. The only way they can have your job is if they get rid of you.”
    I breathed a sigh of relief. “I didn’t screw up.”
    “Well, I wouldn’t go that far.”
    “You just said someone is trying to sabotage me. How is this my fault?”
    “You should have tasted the sauce before you put it on the plate. It never should have been served to the customers.”
    I couldn’t argue with him. I got cocky and it almost cost me my job.
    “You’re right. It won’t happen again,” I said, hoping I would get a second chance.
    “Have you eaten?” he asked.
    “No, I’ve been asleep.”
    I was met with a disapproving look. He took off his leather jacket and tossed it onto my bed. Beneath he wore a skin tight black shirt that hugged his muscles perfectly. Where did he find time to work out? He practically lived at the restaurant.
    He opened my refrigerator and bent over to look inside. “Christ, Roche, how do you survive with nothing but frozen pizzas, string cheese and ranch dressing?”
    “I haven’t had time to go to the store lately.”
    “You call yourself a chef?”
    He meant it as a joke, but after the day I’d had I didn’t much feel like laughing. He pulled out his cell phone and quickly made a call. “Yeah, it’s me. I’m at-” He turned to me. “What’s your address?” He repeated what I told him into the phone. “Bring me whatever is the freshest. Yeah. A bit of everything.” He hung up without saying goodbye.
    “Who was that? A takeout place?”
    “Takeout?” he scoffed. “You need a home cooked meal. That was my grocer. He’ll have his guy deliver the essentials.”
    “Oh, thanks.”
    “Don’t worry about it. I’ll cook you a meal. You’ll feel better and be ready for work tomorrow.”
    I couldn’t help smiling. I had one of the best chefs in the world in my apartment, personally cooking for me. Celebrities paid tens of thousands of dollars for private meals prepared by Moreau. I was getting him for free.
    “Try and relax. I was only trying to toughen you up today. I wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings.”
    “That almost sounded like an apology.”
    “It wasn’t,” he said, clearing his throat. “Even knowing what I know now, it was right to send you home for the day. You need to toughen up. This will make you stronger.”
    “I don’t feel stronger,” I replied pathetically.
    “You will tomorrow.”
    He placed his hand on my back then slid it down till it rested on my hip. The room suddenly felt very small. His body was extremely close to mine. I looked up into his eyes. There was a spark between us. If he leaned down to kiss me, I wouldn’t stop him.
    “Why don’t you have a seat? Let me cook for you. Just relax. Okay?” He went to the door. “I’ll go meet the delivery boy downstairs. I’ll be right back.”
    I nodded. Why was he being so nice to me? He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who’d turn down an opportunity to get laid, and yet here he was acting like a gentleman. Maybe I’d judged him incorrectly?

Moreau
     
     
     
     
     
    I had to get out of Roche’s apartment and catch my breath. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her top was almost completely see-through. Her perky breasts and nipples were making me hard. The way she stared at me like a wounded animal made me feel like a monster though. Had I really been so horrible to her? I treated her like any other chef that enters my kitchen.
    I wanted her to be the