Chapter Seven
Adalia stood in the vast kitchen and stared at the clock on the wall. Trent usually came in at around nine in the morning and it was five minutes until then.
They’d been working together for a week now and she’d done her best to avoid him, but he’d made it increasingly difficult.
He came into the kitchen and talked to her when she was in the middle of a task. He discussed business with her. He laughed and joked around with the other kitchen staff, all the while shooting her the ‘look’.
It was incredibly difficult to resist that look. The same expression she’d witnessed the night they’d made love for the first time. That deep desire for her, slathered across his face like sunscreen.
“You okay?” Jenny stood nearby, rolling out some pastry for an apple crumble.
“I’m fine,
