I didn't have to worry since she, too, was a chef, but I did pay her a visit now and again to make sure she was doing a good job of orienting them.
Yet those days did not go as planned. Gavin would enter the kitchen and kiss me out of nowhere when he had time.
I was relieved that no one had seen us, but I wasn't sure.
I wasn't sure whether they were simply ignoring us since Gavin was a recognized Casanova with power, so they didn't bother us at all.
I was stressed because of Gavin, not because of my job. He was too daring, caressing me whenever he pleased and kissing me no matter where we were.
When Gavin invited me to cook for him a few days ago, I assumed it would be our last meeting.
He didn't disturb me after he finished his meal since he needed to do something else
