Their Love

Chapter 5

“What’s the position?” I calmly asked.

“ We are in need of a personal chef. It is a live-in position. You will be responsible for 3 meals a day. We may have certain requests or random times we need your services. You will have two days off a week and will be responsible for food preparation and grocery shopping and cleaning after yourself. We do require a full background and medical check before you begin work. We would have a written 1-year contract. Before we continue, Is this something you would be interested in?” he asks.

I take a second to think about the pros and cons of what he’s told me so far. The only con I’m coming up with is the fact that I’m undeniably attracted to this man and living under the same roof as him without making a fool of myself might be hard. The one-on-one learning experience with him is too much to pass up though. This man has amazing cooking and business knowledge. I would be a fool to let this pass me up because I can’t control my hormones.

“I have no problem with a background and medical check, but may I ask why the medical check? And why does a chef need a personal chef?" i ask, confused.

He looked at me and said, “I hardly have time off and have been thinking of finding someone to help us around our home. The guys can't cook, and sometimes I just don't want to. I've not given it much thought till now because I didn't see myself sharing my kitchen with someone. I feel like you'd fit in, and I want to see what you can do. Medical is for everyone's safety for any eventuality. i like having all my bases covered." One of the eventualities my brain cooked up was having him bend me over add f**k me while mr dreamy shoves his hard c**k down my throat.

"OK, that seems reasonable. I’m clear on everything anyway, so it’s not a concern I have. I can get that set up and hopefully have the results for you by next week,” I tell him, trying to keep the flush off my face and my heart rate down. When he said he wanted to see what I could do in the kitchen, my brain went to everything but food.

Mr. James looked at me with a knowing smirk, like he could see where my head went to at that moment. “I will arrange everything for you with our private doctor. So, Ms Larsen, would you like to iron out the details of the contract now or do you need time to think about it?” A knock interrupts us.

“Mr James, Mr. Sanders sent this over just a few moments ago. He said if you can get it back to him by 4 this afternoon, he will have it all handled tonight." His assistant walks in with a folder and hands it to him.

Taking the folder, “Thank you, Elizabeth, I’m not to be disturbed until I tell you otherwise “ he informed her, looking at me.

The intensity of his gaze makes me nervous, but I can’t look away. She politely nods her head and leaves the two of us alone again. The way he looks at me like I’m his next meal is exciting and scary. Within the blink of an eye, the look is gone, and the professional demeanor is back.

“Get a grip, Rayna,” I silently tell myself, “He can have anyone." You have no experience. Men like him need someone who is confident and knows exactly how to please him. Not some ridiculous little girl whose only boyfriend only dated her as a bet while he f****d her sister.” I need to keep my head straight. I don’t need the humiliation of another man just wanting to use me and lie to me. I’m damaged… I need to remember that.

“ Ms.Larsen? Are you alright? “ I hear Mr James ask me.

“Oh yes sir, I’m fine.” His eyes darkened. “Thank you” I plastered a smile on my face. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?” He studied my face with a thoughtful expression, not believing me.

“I was just saying we will go over everything that is expected of you and of us to keep our home a safe environment for everyone. This is a basic open contract. I fill in the position title, and we will negotiate the terms of the agreement. I’ll scan the written copy in and send it all to be retyped. You will get your copy. We want you to be comfortable there as well, seeing as you will be living there with us.” I nodded my head to show I was here this time around. “We eat dinner together at least three times a week. That would now include you. When we have family dinner, we sit down and discuss anything we need off our chest or any concerns or problems we may have. On those nights, you or I will prepare the food.

You may have creative freedom to do what you wish, although we may have some requests for you. We expect those to be met. If it’s not something you're comfortable with or don’t know what to do, you tell us. I will get with you and spend time with you to help improve your skills in that area.” As he was speaking, my body started heating up. It felt like we were talking about more than kitchen duties. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down and only get his sandlewood and caramel scent. I looked away to try and hide the red tint on my cheeks, thinking about this man helping improve my skills with his mouth on my body. The image in my head was so strong I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud. I adjusted in my seat and felt my n*****s harden. “You can call me Ryker,” he continued. “You will have to get to know us on a personal level to understand our likes and dislikes. When we prefer our meals, stuff like that. Alastair has a strawberry allergy, so absolutely no strawberries brought into the house. If you like them, you can eat them outside the house. Slowly you will pick up on our preferences.

You will have access to the whole apartment. You may redecorate your room however you wish. We ask that you do not bring people into our home without consent first. Your pay will be 12,000 a month. Benefits and holidays off.”

My jaw dropped at that “12,000 a month? Are you joking me right now? That’s insane!”

”We can be very demanding. When we want something, you will be expected to drop what you’re doing. If you need to run to the store for whatever is requested, you will need to do so immediately. You might be woken up in the middle of the night to make something. There’s many different scenarios. When we request something, it will happen though. Even if you need to reach out to me if it’s something you don’t know how to make, or you simply have questions.”

“ I understand. That shouldn’t be a problem. I do occasionally watch my nieces or just take them because I miss them. Would it be a problem if I watched them there occasionally? They are well-behaved and love helping me cook.”

“ I’ll talk to the others and see how they feel about the children over occasionally. I understand we will basically be taking over your life, so I’m sure we can find some give somewhere. How old are they?” he asked.

“4 and 1” I giggled as I watched the uncertainty cover his face. “If it’s an issue, I can work out other ways to spend time with them.”

“No, no it’s not that…. It’s just that none of us have experience with children. Even just being in the same room. The few children at the restaurant were …loud and obnoxious. Hold on, you let a 4-and-1-year-old cook?”

I busted out laughing this time. “Yes, it’s a necessary life skill and helps them learn to follow instructions and builds confidence. I have knives that are kid-safe. And I don’t let them use the oven or a gas stovetop. They help with the prep…” a small grin paints my face “More so Baylee than Rory. Rory tends to eat everything. Bay loves helping mix and portion stuff. She even enjoys the cleanup.”

“Alright, I’ll talk to the others and see how they feel” he states. “Do you have any questions about what’s expected of you? Or anything at all?”

I take a moment to look back on the contract and think about what we’ve been over. “No. I think I’m good. We’ve been through everything, and I’ve already asked about the girlies. They would be the only thing I need to work around. I’m good to signing and getting started, I tell him.

He nods his head as we both sign the document. When he grabbed the pen from my hand, sparks flew up my arm and my core tightened. I jerked my hand back, trying to pretend this man wasn’t making my body go haywire. The smirk and mischievous look in his eyes told me I failed miserably. Once signed, he grabbed the documents and reached out to grab my hand. I can’t just ignore it so I cautiously reach up to shake his hand as I stand. His warm hand sent chills up my spine, "Ms. Larsen.” He began.

“Rayna, please, sir.” His body tensed for a moment.

“Rayna, It’s good meeting you. I’m looking forward to the future with you. Here is my number if you have any questions or concerns. I believe it would be best for you to come get settled tomorrow afternoon. I trust your word your medical exam will be clean. We can get you settled and acquainted with everyone and your new environment before you officially start.”

My brain takes a moment to catch up to his words. He is still holding my hand and as I watch his lips move I can’t help but think about them on mine. I gave myself a mental shake. “Absolutely, I can’t wait to start.” I told him truthfully, trying to get my body back under control. He gives me this sexy, panty-dropping grin and I feel like I’ve just become his prey. And damned if I don’t like it.