Page 66 of My Off Limits Billionaire Boss

“So, I am going to be your assistant,” he says. “You are the chef, and I will follow your orders.”

I am getting a little nervous. Does he think I am one of those women who can whip up delicious meals that belong in cooking magazines? Does he think that my passion for arts and crafts also extends to cooking? And why is he standing arms folded, smiling like a tall, handsome idiot?

“There is something else I want you to know,” he says. “I have invited a few of my friends and I took the liberty of inviting your friends Edith and Sylvia. They will all be joining us in the evening hours. I think we’ll need more pizzas.”

“WHAT!” My eyes have gone bigger than wall clocks and my jaw drops open.

He laughs as if he is watching a sitcom. “Why would you do that?”

“It’s simple, I wanted someone very cute to cook for me, so that’s where you come in.”

“Uh, huh?”

Okay wow, I am cute, I am trying to keep up with the psycho.

“And if I may confess something, I have a complicated relationship with surprises. I enjoy surprising you. The way you receive a surprise with your whole body and your face, it’s quite the treat.”

“Oh, I am surprised.”

“I can see that.” He says, holding back his own laughter, and walking up to me he plants a kiss on my forehead. I want to melt into his arms and yet I am panicking at the task ahead. The handsome birthday boy does not make it any easier.

“I also invited my mother.”

“You what!”

“That was easy considering she is staying here with me before she flies to London tomorrow. She’ll be back for Pizza in the evening as well.”

“Ethan Knight!” I cry out. I am shaking my head. “What on earth have you done? She is going to hate me and my pizza!!”

He takes his sweet time to laugh, his beautiful wavy hair falls in front and as he gestures with his beautiful hands for me to calm down. His laughter transitions to a beautiful, thoughtful smile.

“I am celebrating Brooke. I took our team to Portugal, and the plan was a complete immersion to bring back their Portuguese sense of style and carefreeness to our Design team. I thought I would teach the team a few things. Funny thing is it was I who changed on this trip. And I have been visiting Portugal all my life.”

He takes my right hand with both his beautiful warm hands. His fresh scent kisses the air between us. “You were the missing ingredient.”

Okay that’s enough. Pact or no Pact. I am kissing this silly bastard whether he likes it or not.

I turn my head up and he leans forward bending his six-foot four-inch frame, to meet my lips with his. I press hard into his face, obviously moved by what he has said. He squeezes my shoulders and gently returns to his full height taking his beautiful face with him. He is not trying to seduce me. This is real. This is the man, the warm, lovable, likable, and very annoying man who has created a pizza emergency.

“Okay, two hours, for the dough to rise, and then fifteen minutes to prepare and in the oven when the guests arrive.” I roll up my sleeves. Luckily his chef has placed all the items on the massive island which has ample place to make pizzas for the whole of New York.

Maybe this handsome billionaire is also an amazing chef? He has traveled the world; how can he not know?

“Ethan, do you know anything about making pizza?”

“Yes, of course, Brooke, I know something.”

“Great, let’s start with what you know.”

“Okay, I know that some pizzas are round, and some are rectangular.”

“And…”

“That’s really it.”

I look at him with frustration, my eyes throwing lasers of anger at his amused face.

He responds with a kiss on my mouth. I am now feeling a combination of annoyance and arousal. The kiss sparks my memory and I recall an old simple recipe. Meanwhile Ethan is like a kid watching his birthday cake being baked. He thinks I can handle all this.

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