Arthur’s POV
Before I could think, before the walls of etiquette and command could restrain me, I already leaned forward.
I kissed him.
The shock on his face was immediate…he wasn't expecting this to happen.
And yet, it didn’t stop me.
His body was soft under my hands, delicate, and a perfect contradiction to the role he played in my kitchen. I could feel the tension in him, the surprise, the fear, and… something else. Something warm, something responsive.
Gods, he tasted of fire and restraint, then of courage buried deep beneath the surface.
I pressed closer, holding him to me as if letting go could undo everything I hadn’t dared to admit until now.
It was wrong.
I knew it was wrong.
He is my personal chef. A male chef. A subordinate. And yet, none of it mattered. None of it ha
