CHEF'S TEMPTATION🍑
Adrienne
I knew I was in trouble the second Marcus Leighton walked into my kitchen.
He carried his own knife roll and a small speaker in his pocket, playing smooth R&B. Tall, broad, with that chef jacket stretched across his chest and sleeves rolled up to show strong forearms covered in tattoos. He moved like he belonged here, confident, calm, and way too sexy for a man I was paying to cook.
“Miss Adrienne,” he said, voice deep and smooth as he glanced over at me. “Nice kitchen. I’m Marcus.”
I leaned against the doorframe, letting my silk dress hug my curves as I crossed one leg in front of the other. “Just Adrienne. And I have to say… you’re not what I expected when I booked a private chef.”
He looked me up and down slowly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Wh
