Page 83 of Chloé

Still floating high from her incredible night, she hadn’t been able to stop talking since she’d gotten in the car. She still couldn’t believe she’d done it. That she’d not only created a top menu, but that her and her team had managed to pull off an absolutelyflawlessdinner service.

From the appetizers, to the mains, to the beautiful desserts that had hit each table, Chloé had been proud of each and every plate that had gone out tonight. Then, to top it all off, her fathers had offered her a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that she still couldn’t actually believe.

Paris…

They wanted her to live and work in Paris.

“Red?”

“Sorry.” She grinned as she refocused on Zayne’s smiling eyes. “Hmm, what was the biggest highlight?”

“Yeah, I mean, you just kicked ass tonight. There has to be something that stuck out.”

“I think the biggest thing is the fact that I pulled it off.” She shook her head and laughed. “I still can’t believe that I servedmymeals to everyone tonight. That’s a chef’s dream, and I got to live it.” She let out a happy sigh and rested her head against the window. “I might have to pinch myself to make sure I’m awake.”

Ethan’s eyes found hers. “If you give us five minutes we’ll be home, and I’m sure we can think of a much more pleasurable way to make sure you’re awake than pinching you.”

Zayne winked. “Well, that all depends on where you’re being pinched.”

She laughed and settled in for the rest of the trip. As they pulled up at the gates of the estate and Ethan drove inside, Chloé looked out at the grassy grounds surrounding the pool and thought back to the night she’d walked across them…naked.

A shiver raced through her body as she remembered what had come after that, and as they all climbed out, she wondered what he had in store for them tonight—because with Ethan, you never could tell.

Chloé made her way up to the front door, and when Isla opened it, she did a double take.

Gone was the flawless modern-day woman in the black pants and tailored shirt who looked after the estate, and in her place was a beautiful lady in a high-waisted gown with full skirts straight out of the eighteenth century.

Her inky-black hair that was usually tied back in a slick ponytail fell down around her shoulders, and as she looked at Chloé, she did a slight curtsy.

“Your Grace, if you’ll come with me tonight, I’ll take you to your chambers and get you ready for the evening.”

What in the world?

Thrown completely off guard, Chloé glanced over her shoulder to see a crooked smile tugging at Zayne’s lips, then Ethan leaned in and said by her ear, “Welcome to your special celebration…Duchess.”

Duch— Oh.

She understood now. The book. Zayne’s fantasy.

The earl, the viscount, and the duchess.

Chloé looked between the two of them, and suddenly everything other than what was about to happen next up and vanished. The two of them had clearly gone to great lengths to set this up for her to celebrate, and now it was time for her to slip into her role.

“Thank you, gentlemen. If you’ll both excuse me, I need to go and freshen up for the evening.”

“Be our guest.” Ethan gestured to the elevator. “I believe you’ll find everything you need waiting for you in your room. Isla will be more than happy to assist you.”

Assist me? Assist me with what?

“When you’re ready, the viscount and myself will be waiting for you in the parlor.”

Zayne walked over to the elevator and opened the door, and just as she was about to step inside, he winked at her. “We’ll see you soon, Duchess.”

Chloé bit down on her lower lip to hold back her laugh. This was so fun and soverynaughty. She’d known Zayne had read that book after she moved in. She’d seen it on the nightstand. But she’d never expectedthis.

As the elevator made its ascent, she looked over at Isla. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you…Your Grace.”

---