An attraction or maybe not?
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5 Chapter Five; an attraction or maybe not?
"Mr. Wayne has requested for the assistant Chef" One of the porters came to inform
them in the kitchen.
"He is up in his room," he added.
"What?" Joleen asked in a terrified voice.
"What for?" She added.
Tdon't knOw. Lucas, the porter who was also an assistant housekeeper responded
almost aggressively with a look that asked the question how am I supposed to know?
"Alright, Joleen will go attend to him" "The head chef responded.
Joleen was sweating as she walked through the long hallway that lead to Mr. Wayne's
room. It wasn't completely strange that he requested for her because he usualy does
that once in a while, mostly before food was prepared to request a change of dish or
to prepare a separate meal.
She knocked on the door that led to the room, she heard him instruct her to come in
which she did.
She stepped into the room, but he sat on the chair in the mini office corner of his
room. He was concentrated on something, so he didn't look in her direction.
She thought she was nervous during the interview, but standing there alone with him
in his room afraid of being found out sent her feet weak, her hands fidgeting. She
moved her hands over her hair, roughing it to help shield her identity, which would
only work if her lies haven't been found out already.
"Sir. She answered anxiously.
"Are there oysters available to be made today?" He asked with his gaze still on what
he was doing, She let out a little breath of relief before speaking
We purchased some the day before. She responded trying to sound collected.
"Alright, tel Francisca to make me some, and fast with it.
"You can leave now, and it shouldn't take more than an hour
Joleen didn t like how he always gave time to get his food done. He always gives an
hour for every dish. For someone who has not entered his kitchen for the three years
she had woked there, how would he know that different dishes would take different
times to get done
Just inconsiderate! She muttered under her breath before making her way to the
exit.
"Stop, she heard him say.
She turned her head without moving her body to figure out why he had instructed her
to stop, but he just still sat there busy with his work. She then faced the door before
her, waiting to hear whatever he had to say. She hoped her voice didn't sell her out as
she still wanted to keep her job.
She might have stood there for just thirty seconds or a minute, but she had noticed a
presence behind her. Like she felt a breath behind her so she immediately turned.
Joleen flinched, and jumped due to his sudden presence behind her but he had
caught her. Yes, the infamous Mr. Devil had crawled up behind her causing her heart
to skip.
He held her waist stopping her from hurting her self from running from him. Her back
was now against the wall with her front pinned against his strong masculine body.
Which was not such a bad position if she was being honest. Her hands had
accidentally landed on his shirtless shoulders and her whole body froze fora good
thirty seconds.
His hands were firm on her waist, her hands on his bare skin, his hazel blue eyes fixed
at hers. She could pass out. His scent up close to her nose caused a strange sensation
in her tummy, she noticed his gaze narrow as it slowly moved to her lips which she
didn't knOW why they immediately parted as his gaze fell on them.
"You, he said with a little smirk and a narrowed gaze.
"She snapped out of her keen observation of her bOSs who was probably about to fire
her.
"You" He said with narrowed eyes and a stern look.
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