R-RATED (+18) ONE SHORT LOVE STORY.

Chapter 17- Mr Hot Chef. part 1.

Cooking is like sex, everyone can do it but only some special people can make it delicious.

Chapter 17- Mr Hot Chef. part 1.

I moved out of the busy life of a metropolitan city to a small town, slow life, easy start for me. It has been really hard after breaking up with my four years ago long term boyfriend, my three weeks ago fiancé and very soon to be my husband.

I kept down the last box. As I looked at my wristwatch it was already two hours past dinner time. I wore fresh clothes, sat in my car, driving to a nearby diner place.

The drive was smooth, at a distance saw a restaurant Euphoria it was empty, only a handful of light was switched on. I walked in I saw a man walking in other direction holding a bulky box filled with vegetables.

I guess he didnt notice me, Excuse me!!.

He looked at my direction. He was Godly handsome, his brown wavy hair and his blue eyes reminded me of a beautiful summer sky on a lovely sunny day.

Yes, miss how can I help you? He voice was deep and was intense.

Well, I am new to... to this city... I mean town-n, so well. I was... I did not eat... you know... so~. Omg, why the hell I am stuttering in the first place.

Maybe, because you are nowhere near his match. Yeah, thanks brains.

Hey... Hey, you dont need to get nervous. Trust me, I dont eat humans especially beautiful lady as yourself for food... So chill, he is funny too.

Yeah sorry about that. I am searching for food so I came over here.

Okay... Well, I was about to close the restaurant for the day..

Please... I will pay you extra I am new in this area and I have the worst luck this month...

Hey... Hey, what I told about being nervous... no need to be!

I slyly nod my head.

Well, I have some veggies and chicken breast, will that do?

Okay, its more than will that do, hmmm.. Can you please eat will me

Hmmm, will do but one condition

Okay, what the condition?

You have to come with me to the third floor which is my home he pauses and looks at me straight for an answer, If you dont mind. Why? I quickly asked him a question instead.

I dont what any customers to come now and just go empty hand... It will be unfair to them... So.

Oh.. Sorry it was a stupid question to ask you

Hey, Lady its okay I am glad you ask me, it shows that you have common sense, I mean... I may be a serial killer or rapists so I get it when you asked me that question, as I woman you need to be always alert.

We went upstairs to his apartment make yourself comfortable, I will prepare something for us

I sat on the sofa, I look around the apartment it was decent.

So, Mr Hot Chef you never told me your name neither did I.. Well I didnt see a nameplate outside so what could I call you?, I asked him as he comes out of the kitchen with a wine bottle and two glasses.

He looks at me first in a confused state that then turns into a smirk Well, about the nameplate, unfortunately, it broken today morning while cleaning so it will get fixed by next week and I like the nickname 'Mr Hot Chef'. Looks like someone is getting little bold slowly.