"Eat," Hunter ordered, as I obediently took a piece of the casserole into my mouth. It was dinner time, and he had prepared cheese casserole with garlic bread, just for me.
Part of me was thoroughly enjoying the way he was taking care of me, but at the same time, it felt a little odd.
"Did you go to cooking school as well?" I questioned him, unsure if I should be this friendly with my billionaire boss. However, he had mentioned on multiple occasions that we could be casual outside of work.
"No, our mother taught Hayden and me how to cook from a young age," he explained.
"Wow, she must have been a world-class chef," I joked.
"Yes, she was," he replied, confirming my jest.
Just then, the door opened to reveal Hayden sauntering into my room, looking dashingly handsome as ever in his tux
