Cooked by Kristen Flowers

His name is Remi Parker and he’s a recipe for disaster…Bon Appétit!

It all started with my Lobster Macaroni. That’s what he fell in love with first—my food. I can’t blame him though. I’m a chef with dreams of opening my own restaurant.
I knew he was a ‘somebody’ the moment he came storming into my kitchen looking for me. His suit clung to his muscles like plastic wrap. His jawline was so sharp I could use it to cut carrots. He looked like the walking cut out of a men’s fashion magazine.

Imagine my surprise when he asked me to be his personal chef. A part of me was repulsed. I knew his playboy reputation. I knew how much my body was already trembling for him. No way was I taking that job. Then he told me how much it paid. It was the perfect jump-start I needed to open my restaurant. So I took the job…
…boy was that a mistake!

Now I’m constantly shooting down his advances. Sure, I want nothing more than to tear off his thousand-dollar shirt and jump into bed with him. But I’ve got to keep this professional. These lines can’t get blurred more than they already have.
At first I thought he was just another horn dog that wanted to get into my pants (and damn I want to let him). But now things have taken a turn for the worse. Now I see the kind of man he really is.

He’s destroying my lifelong dream…
…and I can’t figure out why I don’t hate him.