Chef's Kiss
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Valentina Moreau was too rigidly perfect for my liking.
Even given her divorce, she managed to stay mature and composed at all times.
In harsh contrast, I was a young firecracker still throwing fits over subpar men who couldn't tell loyalty from sticking it into anything with a pretty-enough face.
And now, I was meant to be her co-worker and live alongside her.
She was the housekeeper. I was the personal chef. I found her tedious. She found me reckless.
But God - when you put us together - it's just... Chef's Kiss.
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