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time just watching her.
    I just have to play it right and be patient. I need her to learn about the kind of man I am now. I’m going to need to stay out of her way though. I think playing it a little ‘hard to get’ will work in my favor - as much as I don’t want to. If I’ve already broken through just a little bit, as I think I did this morning, I wont have to wait as long as I anticipated. Just the thought of that moment, the first time she lets me in, is enough to make my shorts a little tighter. And I am confident I can make that happen - somehow.

Chapter 7
    D ANI
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    T he coffee maker chimes , startling me out of my train of thought. I have to stop this - immediately. I’m here to work and no matter what Puck’s reasons are for hiring me, I can’t jeopardize my employment - not for neglecting my duties anyway.
    I quickly set up coffee service on the counter and get into work mode. I pull the breakfast I had already prepared from the refrigerator. It’s nothing special, but since I had been worried about my first day, I planned accordingly. In no time I have fluffy egg white omelet and pan fried hash browns ready to serve. No sooner are they on the plate than Puck walks back into the kitchen.
    He is holding a stack of papers which he absent-mindedly reads as he walks passed me and sits at the table on the far side of the room. I’m used to being ignored by my employers. It’s not because they’re not friendly, but you’re in their home on their personal time. They don’t feel obligated to make conversation and sometimes just enjoy their silence. Right now though, I’m slightly insulted that he walked right by me.
    “Would you like your breakfast?” I ask.
    “Okay. Yes, please. It smells delicious,” Puck replies after hesitating.
    He places his papers down and walks to the coffee maker. He pours a cup and I watch what he puts in so I know for the next time. I don’t notice Steven walk into the room until he is standing next to me and speaking.
    “Smells great,” Steven starts and takes a look around the kitchen, “and no mess. Even better,” he smiles at me and picks up both plates of food. “We should go over the schedule for this week, Puck,” Steven says and pulls out his tablet which apparently holds all of his information and schedules.
    The two men eat and talk, similar to any other business meeting. I go about my business, finishing up the couple of dishes and collecting the ingredients I need to prepare lunch. I can’t help but overhear some of the conversation since we are all in the same room. Steven is talking to Puck about a fundraiser he is hosting in a few weeks. From what it sounds like, he is a major contributor to a charity for abused children. I had heard he was involved through the media but didn’t realize that he actually cared about these children or wanted to be a part of it. I just assumed he did it for the publicity.
    “Dani,” Steven addresses me, “how do you feel about being the executive chef for the event? Can you handle that?”
    “What?” I answer. I wasn’t expecting him to address me.
    “We used to have an outside caterer come in for larger scale events,” he explains, “but I’ve read a lot about you and your talents. I know it’s only your first day here but I’ve also spoken to your past employers, I think you would do a great job, if you want. It’s not part of your contract - you would be paid separately.”
    Take more of Puck’s money? It would be my pleasure. I heard some of the details while they were talking and I’m confident I can pull it off. The extra money would be amazing right now too, “sure. I would love to help with an event like that.”
    “Excellent,” Steven replies, “I’ll go over the details with you this week so you can start thinking about the menu.”
    I notice Puck smiling to himself. I wonder if he’s hoping I’m getting in over my head. Maybe he’s counting on my failure so he can make me feel like a