His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14

He stood there, his gaze trailing slowly from head to toe. His face gave nothing away, but something fierce flickered behind his eyes.

“I wasn’t planning on interrupting,” he said finally, “but I couldn’t ignore the live performance.”

I cleared my throat, my face flushed. “I was just…cooking.”

“Right. Is that what we’re calling it now?”

He stepped further into the kitchen, still watching me.

I turned back to the stove like nothing happened, even though my heart was doing somersaults.

“Do you always put on a show in the kitchen, or am I just lucky? he asked, his tone low and teasing

“Only when the lyrics demand it,” I muttered.

“Then remind me to add more Cardi B to your work playlist.”

I didn’t have to look to know he was smirking.

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And for some reason, that made it worse. I risked a quick glance in his direction.

Liam was clearly amused.

He didn’t even try to hide his amusement. It was infuriating.

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His mouth twitched like he was fighting back a grin, and his eyes sparkled in that rare, dangerous way.

I seriously considered crawling into the oven just to escape the moment.

“Why are you back so early?” I asked, turning away from the stove, trying to salvage whatever dignity I had left.

“Am I not allowed to come back to my own house?”

I opened my mouth. Closed it. Point taken.

He moved closer to the kitchen island, placed his phone on the counter with quiet precision, and then said casually, “Have you checked the news?”

I frowned. “No. Why?”

“There’s a flash flood warning across most of the city. Highways are shut down, streets are a mess. It’s expected to worsen by evening.”

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“What?” I grabbed my phone and scanned the notifications I’d ignored all day. Sure enough, emergency alerts, road closures, flash flood watches, and warnings urging residents to stay indoors unless you had a death wish.

Great.

Just what I needed.

I looked out the window and realized the sky had darkened. Rain lashed the glass like angry hands. Thunder rolled in the distance.

“So,” I said, blinking. “You’re telling me I’m stuck here?”

Liam leaned against the counter, still way too calm. “Unless you want to risk driving into a river, yeah.”

I swallowed hard.

Three days.

I remembered Sophia casually saying yesterday she was flying to France for a quick shopping trip. “I’ll be back in a few days,” she chirped. I hadn’t thought much of it then.

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But now?

I was going to be alone.

With Liam Black.

In this massive mansion.

No escape and a whole lot of unresolved chemistry.

God, help me.

“I suggest you finish cooking,” Liam added, checking his watch. “We’re officially in lockdown.”

And with that, he disappeared down the hallway.

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I stood there for a beat, bundled in nerves and doom, my wooden spoon halfway out of the

pan.

I am not surviving this..

He came back twenty minutes later, just as the silence started to settle.

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And for a second, my brain just…stopped working.

No tailored suit. No tie. No sleek leather shoes.

Liam Black in casual wear should be a crime.

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Gray sweatpants. A fitted black T–shirt. Hair slightly tousled like he’d run a hand through it. He looked infuriatingly human. Relaxed, effortless, and somehow ten times more attractive.

I glanced at him.

Okay, maybe it was a little more than a glance

Fine, I stared.

Do you blame me? The man is a walking god. Like some rare breed of perfection with a

passport.

He raised a brow, clearly enjoying himself.

“Trying to burn the food, or just distracted by the view?”

My cheeks burned. “I was just surprised to see you without a suit. I could’ve sworn it was the only thing in your wardrobe.”

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“Right,” he replied, smirking. “From the way you were ogling me, it’s obvious you wouldn’t mind seeing less of the suits.”

”

“Inflated ego,” I murmured. “Should’ve seen that coming.”

I turned back to the stove, gripping the spoon like it was the last weapon in a war.

He opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water, and was halfway to leaving again when he halted mid–step and turned back.

He sat on the island, calm as ever.

Great. What now?

Why was he even here? Didn’t this massive house have other rooms he could haunt?

He didn’t say anything. Just scrolled through his phone, relaxed, like this was perfectly

normal.

Ugh, he looked so good doing absolutely nothing.

Silence wrapped around the room, dense and suffocating.

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