Page 28 of Brutal King

Then again, working for a Lee restaurant meant that Mr. Singh would have high expectations from us... both of us.

“Put on the pantsuit.”

“No.”

My arousal got the better of me and I pushed her up against the wall, reveling in the sensation of her firm breasts against my heaving chest.

What I wouldn’t give to tear her clothes off and devour her. But what surprised me was the look of hunger in her eyes.

I couldn’t let it happen. No matter how much I wanted her... no matter how much she seemed to feel the same arousal as I did... I couldn’t.

I pulled away. “Get dressed.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

She finally dressed as I’d ordered, and after a brief fight about her make-up, we finally headed out to Ginger.

We got into my black Audi, and drove the hour and some to the restaurant.

“Looks nice,” I said as I pulled into a parking space.

The building was relatively small but looked tidy and new. The front entrance, painted black with red trim, was appealing, with a modern and western twist on an Asian pagoda to one side. The red front door drew customers in while a hint of gold added that touch of class.

Stunning calligraphies, paintings, modern Chinese lanterns.

“Dad always says, ‘If it looks bad from the outside, chances are it won’t taste good on the inside.”

As I unbuckled my seatbelt, I glanced sidelong at her. It was hard to hide just how happy I was to be paired with her. I knew she was a hard worker... despite my arguments to the contrary.

This project was my chance to prove to my parents that I was just as good, or even better than Axel. Axel has always been the heir apparent, but I was the one that they should entrust the King empire to. Axel had the culinary talent, but I had the business acumen.

“Let’s go.”

We got out of the car and Kat adjusted her jacket as she walked to the front door.

There was no need to adjust anything. She looked every bit the professional. Her fashion sense was flawless, although it was fun to tease her about it just to see how she would react.

“As the kid to Mr. Lee, I’m sure that you’ve always been given the easy jobs. You know, just sitting back and folding napkins or whatever.”

She glared at me but said nothing.

“But I’m willing to help you along to make this project a success. Just follow my lead.” I didn’t want to scare her off by reminding her of the hot kitchen, the tons of dishes and the tedious clean up at the end of every day.

“Cocky, aren’t you?” she said, arching her delicate eyebrow.

“No,” I answered smugly. “Just confident because I know what I’m doing.” I looked around. “Apparently, so does your father. This location is perfectly suited for a hip new Asian fusion place like Ginger.”

“My father chose this location because of its romantic beauty. The Napa Valley is just bursting with romanticism. It didn’t take much to make the atmosphere appealing. The rolling hills, the vineyards bursting with ripe grapes and the enviable view of the setting sun every evening.”

“I see.”

Before we entered the restaurant, I stopped to look around and breathe in the sweet air.

“Nice, isn’t it?” she said, she, too, breathing in that aromatic air.

It was. It was damned nice. The perfect location. Then again, Mr. Lee was the master of perfection. He certainly knew how to pick ‘em.

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