Dirty Chef

by Bailey, Sarah

  Why is Lucien here? Holy crap, what did I do last night?

  I quickly discovered the reason I couldn’t move was due to his arm slung over me, keeping me pinned against him. This wasn’t my studio flat. The bed was far more comfortable and the sheets smelt of Lucien’s fresh pine scent. Okay, so I may have inhaled every time I was near him because he smelt so good. Kind of pathetic really, how totally enamoured I was with this man.

  I knew why I was sore now. Lucien fucked me hard. Twice. Holy hell, I was never going to be able to look at the pass in the same way ever again. Not after he’d laid me out on it and made me into his own personal dessert. My face felt hot and my pussy throbbed with the memory. He really hadn’t been gentle with me at all, then again, I’d told him I wanted to feel it the next day. And boy did I.

  Crap. I needed to get out of here. Sleeping with my boss was a terrible idea no matter how much I wanted it. Wanted him. And fuck me did I really want Lucien like crazy. When I’d first come to Haze for Beck and I’s third anniversary, I’d been blown away by how amazing Lucien’s food was. It’d led to me stalking him online to find out everything I could. When I’d seen his picture, I’d discreetly drooled over how hot he was. From then on, I’d been determined to get a job here so I could work under him. I never expected my dream to come true and now, my secret fantasies about the two of us had become reality.

  It didn’t change the facts. Having sex with your employer crossed lines and boundaries I’m sure we weren’t meant to cross at all.

  I tried to crawl out from under Lucien’s arm but he merely tightened it around me.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  I squeaked in surprise, looking up at him. His blue-grey eyes were intent on me, a small smirk on his lips. His beautiful lips which he’d used to kiss me thoroughly last night. And that wicked tongue of his licking every inch of my skin. I shivered at the memory of how he’d coated me in chocolate and proceeded to clean it off, driving me so crazy I’d begged him to take me.

  Oh god, I’m so mortified. I begged my own boss to fuck me.

  “Home.”

  “I don’t think so.”

  I barely had time to process what was happening as he rolled me over on my back and towered over me. His finger traced a line down my sternum. I sucked in a breath, finding myself aching for more. Even though I was pretty sore, it apparently didn’t matter to my senses. They wanted Lucien to slam his cock inside me all over again.

  I might not have work today, but it didn’t mean I could stay here. When people started arriving, I’d be screwed if anyone saw me leaving Lucien’s flat. They’d all know I’d had sex with him and it wouldn’t bode well for the boys not giving me more shit. Especially Glenn, he’d think I’d fucked Lucien to further my career.

  “I have to.”

  He shook his head, leaning down towards me. His lips trailed over my jaw and I had to stifle a moan.

  “What if someone sees me? I don’t want anyone to know about this.”

  His tongue curled around my ear. I bucked involuntarily, my hands grasping the sheets.

  “And I want to fuck you again. Did you forget your pussy belongs to me now?”

  Holy crap.

  He bit down on my earlobe, making me cry out as desire coiled in my stomach. I could feel myself getting wet just by his simple touches.

  “I… No.”

  I shouldn’t agree with him over this, but I did. He’d completely mastered my body last night. So yeah, my pussy did kind of belong to him and his huge cock. How he’d managed to fit it inside me given our size difference was a mystery, but hell, if it didn’t feel so good.

  “Spread your legs.”

  As much as I wanted to do everything he said, my composure was shot to pieces.

  “I need the bathroom,” I squeaked.

  He pulled away, his eyebrow quirking up at the side.

  “You know where it is.”

  He let me crawl out from underneath him. I practically ran buck naked into his bathroom, shutting the door but not locking it. I stood against it, panting. What the hell was happening? Why hadn’t I thought this through last night?

  You wanted Lucien so badly, you didn’t really care how wrong it is for you to sleep with your employer.

  I slapped a hand over my face, rubbing it. What a mess. Being around him scrambled my brain so much. He’d touched me in ways I’d never been touched before. Almost as though he was branding me with his fingers and tongue. Staking his claim over my body.

  When he admitted he’d liked me from the beginning, I couldn’t believe my ears. How could this godlike man want me? He could have anyone. Literally anyone. Why me? I didn’t possess supermodel looks or anything. I was just plain Riley and the only time he really saw me was in my chef whites which did nothing to show off my limited assets.

  I glanced down at my body, remembering the way he’d looked at me. How his gaze burnt into my skin. His blue-grey eyes hazy with lust and desire. Okay, so Lucien definitely found me attractive and whilst I didn’t quite understand why, I could accept it. Still, I was his employee and he said it was inappropriate of him to sleep with me. So why had he?

  Knowing no answers would be forthcoming, I trudged over to the toilet and went about my business. I stared at myself in the mirror as I washed my hands. He’d made sure my hair hadn’t got wet when we’d showered together last night, but I still looked like I’d been dragged through a hedge backwards. Carefully, I detangled my hair with my fingers as best I could.

  I was looking around for mouthwash when the door opened and I jumped, putting a hand to my chest. Lucien smirked, leaning against the doorframe in all his naked glory. I swallowed hard, my eyes roaming across him.

  “I… uh… um…”

  Christ, way to sound like an idiot, Riley!

  He shoved off the doorframe and walked over to me, tipping my chin up with his fingers. Searching my face for a moment, his smirk deepened. He released me and opened the cabinet above the sink before pulling out a newly packaged toothbrush.

  “I’m going to assume you want this.”

  I looked down at it, unsure why he was giving me that considering I wasn’t anything more than a one night stand to him. Or was I? Should I really make those types of assumptions?

  “Take it, Riley.”

  “Um, okay, thanks.”

  I took it, opening the packet and pulling it out. He dumped the empty packaging in the bin before picking up his own toothbrush and the toothpaste. Carefully he portioned some out for the both of us and we stood side by side brushing our teeth. This seemed so damn weird, I couldn’t even wrap my head around it. Even when I’d been with Beck, we never did stuff like this together. Admittedly when I came home from the late shift, he was usually in bed. That relationship was always destined to fail. Beck and I were more like friends than lovers. We always had been. I knew that now I’d been with Lucien and felt what real desire and passion was between two people.

  Lucien put both of our toothbrushes in the holder like it was something normal and tugged me towards him. He cupped my sex, making me painfully aware of just how much I wanted him.

  “Anything else you need to do before I fuck this tight little pussy?”

  “Shouldn’t we talk about this?”

  He leant towards me and bit down on my bottom lip, making me shudder.

  “No, Riley, not now.”

  He hoisted me up on the bathroom counter and spread my thighs with his big hands.

  “Lucien, I really think—”

  His mouth covered mine, swallowing my words. His fingers brushed over my clit and all thoughts of talking went out of my head. This man did things to me. Made it difficult to think at all when he was touching me. I moaned in his mouth as he stroked me until I was pretty sure I was soaking for him. My hands went to his shoulders, gripping them tightly as I felt as though I was drowning in everything Lucien.

  “So responsive,” he murm
ured as the plunged two fingers inside me. “So fucking wet.”

  He hooked his fingers up and brushed against just the right spot. If he continued with this, I’d be coming all over him quickly. Maybe he wanted that. Wanted to make me lose control and give everything over to him.

  He leant his forehead against mine, watching me as I panted and moaned whilst he continued to fuck me with his fingers.

  “That’s it, Riley. Come for me.”

  I arched up, curses falling out of my mouth as he drove me closer to oblivion. The intensity in his eyes made me tremble. He commanded every inch of me and I gave in. There was no way out of this delicious torture other than to give myself over to the sensations.

  “Lucien,” I practically screamed as my body sung with his fingers buried deep inside me.

  I couldn’t breathe. Sucked under by the power he exerted over me. The control. I trembled with the force of my climax, utterly unable to withstand the intensity. Lucien made me feel things I’d never experienced before. His passion and possession gave me heart palpitations.

  Pulling his fingers out of me, he picked me up off the bathroom counter and carried me back into the bedroom. He placed me on his bed and insisted I get up on my hands and knees even though I could barely hold myself up. I watched him grab another condom, then he was behind me, running his hands over my behind and squeezing. He tugged me right to the end of the bed before placing the thick head of his cock against my entrance.

  “Do you want my cock? Do you want me to fuck you?” he practically growled.

  “Please fuck me.”

  I mean, really I should’ve told him no and said we needed to talk, but my pussy clenched, feeling utterly empty. I needed his cock filling me. Pressing back against him, I tried to get him to sink it inside me, but he held onto my hips and kept me from taking him.

  “You can do better than that.”

  Does he want me to beg him again?

  “I need you. Please, give me your cock. I’m desperate for it. Please, Lucien, I want you so fucking much.”

  “Does it make you feel dirty? Begging me to fuck you. Begging for your boss’s cock.”

  What was it about him saying these things which turned me on so much? I wriggled against him, feeling his cock tease my entrance.

  “Yes, I’m a dirty girl. Soaking wet for her boss’s cock.”

  His hands on my hips pulled me towards him causing his cock to sink into me. He groaned, impaling me slowly and making me squirm.

  “You’re going to take it all. Take everything I give you.”

  “Yes, Chef.”

  I had no idea why those words spilt out of my mouth. They just did and they felt right. The breath was knocked out of my lungs as he pulled back and slammed into me again.

  “Do you like the way I fuck you? Like how my cock feels in your tight little pussy?”

  “Yes, Chef.”

  He grunted as he fucked me harder.

  “Damn it, Riley, fuck. I’m not going to be able to hear you say that again without thinking of my cock buried in your pussy.”

  I couldn’t say anything else as the intensity of his pounding made me grip the sheets in an iron hold. I shuddered as he took me higher until I shattered, quite unable to hold back. He didn’t take long to follow me over the edge, cursing as he erupted inside me.

  Neither of us said anything as he pulled out of me and flopped down on the bed. I collapsed on my stomach, already tired out even though I’d only woken up maybe forty minutes ago.

  Shit. I really needed to get going or someone would see me and that wouldn’t do at all.

  A buzzer rang through the flat, making me jump. I shifted on my side and looked over at Lucien who sat up.

  “That’ll be the morning delivery.” He leant down and kissed me. “Stay here whilst I deal with it.”

  He didn’t give me a chance to say anything else as he got up, chucked the condom away and pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt. He disappeared from his bedroom and left me alone. I lay back on his bed, wondering whether I should stay here like he’d told me to or disappear before we’d had a chance to talk. I had no real clue what I would even say since he kept shutting the conversation of what was happening here down every time I tried to broach it.

  Taking the coward’s way out, I quickly dressed and snuck downstairs into the staff room, gathering up my things. When I found the coast was clear, I escaped from the restaurant without anyone seeing me. Hell, Lucien would probably be pissed I’d run off, but I couldn’t face it if he told me this was only a one night thing. Now I’d had a taste of what it was like between us, I wasn’t sure if I could go back.

  When I got home, I got in the shower to wash away the lingering scent of him because it hurt too much. And I allowed myself to cry because I was pretty sure I’d made the biggest mistake of my life by sleeping with my boss. No matter how good it felt, I couldn’t see how any of this could end well.

  Why the fuck am I so stupid?

  Chapter Six

  Lucien

  The damn delivery took far longer than I’d expected. It had been my meat supplier, but Adam had practically talked my ear off whilst I wanted to him to get lost. Normally I wasn’t so fucking grumpy, but the need to get back to Riley burnt in my chest. Whilst I still had no idea how I was going to tackle this thing between us, I knew we needed a conversation about it.

  I walked back upstairs and went straight into my bedroom, expecting Riley to be there but finding the bed made and her nowhere to be found.

  What the fuck?

  I practically ran through my flat, trying not to jump to the worst conclusion that she’d disappeared without telling me. When I couldn’t find her there, I went back downstairs and checked the restaurant, but no one was here. I stood in the middle of the kitchen, staring at the pass.

  “Fuck.”

  She’d run out on me. Literally left without saying a word. I dragged my hands through my hair. What the hell was I going to do now? I needed to fix this situation and fast because I didn’t want Riley thinking it meant nothing to me. What happened made things complicated, but it didn’t mean we couldn’t work it out somehow.

  “Fuck!”

  “Everything all right, boss?”

  I spun around, finding Vito standing behind me, no doubt arrived to start prep work for the day. I grunted at him and walked out, not really in the mood to talk about what was going on with me. Getting chummy with my employees was not something I did. They all knew to keep away from me when I was a shit mood and right now, I was pissed as hell.

  Why had she left without saying a word?

  “Morning Chef.”

  I looked up, finding Glenn striding towards me.

  “I wanted to tal—”

  “Not now,” I ground out as I put my hand up.

  He stopped in his tracks. I strode past him, ignoring his surprised expression, opened my office door and slammed it shut behind me. I dropped into my desk chair and put my head in my hands. Never had I felt so out of control. Impulsivity wasn’t usually my style, but Riley had me throwing my usual status quo out the window. God, I fucking wanted her. I didn’t realise how much until I touched her bare skin. I’d called her something my father had always called my mother, for fuck’s sake. If that didn’t mean she was special to me then I had no idea what else did.

  If he could see me now, he’d tell me to get my shit together. I sat back and dragged a hand across my face, rubbing my beard. He’d also hate what he’d call the scruff on my cheeks. I half-smiled. My father had been a huge influence on my life until he’d been tragically taken from us in a skiing accident five years ago when he and my mother had been in the Alps. I don’t think she ever really recovered from his loss. She lived in France now where my father was from. I rarely saw her because I was too busy with my restaurant to visit. I’d grown up in London but we’d holidayed in France frequently when I was a kid and I was fluent in the language, although these days
I was a little rusty.

  I sighed. Now was not the time to dwell on Bastien Dumont. I needed to work out what the fuck to do about Riley. It was my day off. Vito ran the kitchen in my absence so I wasn’t too worried about my restaurant falling apart without me. I trusted him unlike some of my other chefs.

  Maybe Riley needed space. I hadn’t exactly given her any reassurances about the two of us which was a complete and utter failure on my part. Why couldn’t I have told her how I really felt?

  Coward.

  Yeah, this whole thing was way out of my comfort zone since I never got involved with people I worked with. I didn’t do girlfriends much either. Did I want her to be my girlfriend? Would that even fucking work when she was my employee?

  There were too many questions I had no bloody answers to.

  Fuck. Fuck this shit.

  I needed to take my mind off everything. Leaving my office, I ran back upstairs to my flat and got my shit together. Then I left the restaurant and headed over to my local gym. The only way I could get out of my head was to work out. Maybe after that, I’d be clearer on how to proceed with Riley because fuck knows I needed to handle this delicately. I couldn’t have her running away from me again.

  ~~~

  By the time the next day rolled around and she was due in, my insides were a fucking mess of nerves. I sat in my office going over some figures whilst my chefs arrived for the afternoon prep. It was like I knew the instant she walked in the building. My skin prickled all over, but I ignored it. It’s not like I could talk to her during work hours. That would be a bad idea. I would wait until the dinner rush was over. Then I could pull her aside and we could discuss what happened.

  I still had no fucking clue what I wanted with her. Honestly, I should be able to work this out but I felt out of my depth. How the fuck did you navigate wanting someone who worked for you? Would the rest of the chefs think I was giving her preferential treatment because I was fucking her? I didn’t want that for Riley. To have her be the subject of gossip, dirty looks and scorn. I knew what the boys could be like. They already gave her shit, especially fucking Glenn. I was glad I hadn’t scheduled him in today. Riley didn’t need him sneering at her.