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I spot it. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Chef.”

“Grab it and give it to me.”

In the blink of an eye, I feel the sensation of the cool metal against my ass.

Then, before I can react, he spanks me on one cheek with it. I feel the sting, but I don’t react; it’s kind of exhilarating.

Before I can stop him, he spanks me on the other cheek. A perfect blend of pain and pleasure rushes through me. He then places the corner of the spatula against my lower back and trails it up my spine. The feel of the cool metal makes me shiver.

“How does that feel?” he asks. “Do you like it when I’m rough with you?”

“Yes,” The word shoots out of me before I have a chance to realize what I’m saying.

But it’s true. I love it.

He sets the spatula down gently on the counter. Then he penetrates me with his cock at my opening and pushes inside. I’m so freaking wet that his thrust into me is totally effortless. He glides inside and stretches me out with his thickness, bottoming out in an instant.

Back in the real world, I hear the telltale sound of the front door opening, followed by the chatter of roommates, which brings me back to reality.

Shit.

Someone comes to the bathroom and pulls the handle. Thankfully, I’d remembered to lock it.

“Hey, you in there?” asks Myra.

My eyes flash, my hand still on my pussy.

“Um, yeah! Two seconds!”

I push myself back into the fantasy, imagining Patrick driving hard into me over and over, his hips crashing against mine, his hands on my sides. He spanks me again and again, and soon, an orgasm is ripping through me.

It’s more intense than I’d been expecting, and I have to grab the towel and bite down hard on it, the thick fabric muffling my shouts of total pleasure. The orgasm fades, and I’m done, totally spent, my leg limply hanging over the side of the tub.

The knob jangles again.

“Come on!” Myra whines. “I really have to pee!”

“Almost done!”

I hop out of the tub and dry off, wrapping a towel around myself before opening the door. Myra blows past me into the bathroom. I hurry into my room and sit down on the bed, the fantasy still fresh in my mind.

Chapter 15

Patrick

The moment Allie strides into Savor's kitchen, it's impossible not to notice her. She’s dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and a jacket. She wears a pair of clunky black kitchen shoes on her feet.

God, she looks so fucking good. My cock stiffens at the sight of her, and I have to force myself to get a grip.There has to be a professional line, clear and non-negotiable. I'm the boss here, not some lovestruck fool. Mixing business with pleasure is not going to happen. She's here to work, and my job is to lead, not to get tangled up in desire.

As she approaches, gratitude in her eyes as she once again thanks me for the opportunity, I decide to address the elephant in the room and tell her that I heard through the culinary grapevine about her untimely exit from Marco's before she’d called to let me know she could start immediately and not in two weeks as we’d originally discussed.

I greet her before leading her into my office. "Listen, Allie," I say. "I understand the frustration of working under someone like Marco, but I need to make one thing crystal clear—the kind of confrontation you had with him won't fly here."

I pause, making sure she grasps the gravity of my statement. "I'm the owner and executive chef, and Savor is my domain. Respect and discipline will be maintained in the kitchen at all times. If you're going to thrive here, you need to fall in line and follow my lead. Understand?"

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