His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 149

I blocked the doorway: “What’s wrong? I asked for human interaction, and you brought women who spent the evening undressing you with their eyes. One of them practically drooled.”

“Em…”

“Your punishment is simple. I don’t want to see you tonight.”

I shut the door in his face.

On the other side came his laugh, low and maddening. Then the knock. “Em, come on. I didn’t mean it like that. We can talk. Open the door. Em?”

I ignored him until the knocks stopped.

The next morning, I kept up the silent treatment as he dressed for work. He leaned close, kissed the top of my head, and murmured, “When I get back, I know exactly how to get you out of this mood.”

I nearly laughed, because I knew exactly where his dirty mind was headed. But I stayed stone- faced.

Still, I wasn’t about to let that woman waltz into his office unchallenged. By noon, I was dressed and ready.

When I stepped into Liam’s office, she was already there, leaning across his desk, cleavage on full display, her smile sharpened into a weapon.

The instant her eyes met mine, annoyance flashed like lightning.

Well, bitch. I’ve fought too many like you. You’re just another small fish.

Liam’s gaze slid to me, a slow smile curving his lips. There was a glint in his eyes, like he could read every jealous thought burning through me.

And worse, he looked like he enjoyed it.

I arched a brow, my voice lightly casual. “Oh, I’m sorry. I hope I’m not interrupting. I was just

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nearby and thought I’d stop by.”

She stiffened, her painted smile faltering for half a second.

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Liam didn’t even glance at her. His eyes stayed locked on me, his grin widening into something smug. “Babe. you know you could never interrupt.”

Then, with taunting slowness, he patted his thigh.

Step by step. I crossed the room, letting my heels click against the polished floor. I lowered myself onto his lap, feeling the solid weight of his arm curve around my waist.

“Now,” I said sweetly, my gaze flicking to her. “Please, don’t let me stop you. Continue.”

I sat perched on Liam’s lap, refusing to yield, while she fidgeted with her documents. Every shift in her chair made it clearer, she couldn’t stand the sight of me there.

After a few weak excuses about “needing to review things further,” she gathered her papers and left, though not without one last lingering look at Liam.

That look said she planned to return.

I only smiled inwardly. Better she keep her eyes elsewhere. If Liam needed to conclude business,

I’d much rather it be with her elder sister than her.

I turned to him. “What exactly is this deal about?”

“Her family wants to collaborate with mine on a property development,” he said.

I wrinkled my nose. “Then do it through her sister. Not her.”

The corner of his mouth curved, all smug amusement. “Jealousy suits you.”

I glared, wriggling to get off his lap, but his grip on my waist only tightened.

“Liam,” I snapped, narrowing my eyes at him, “don’t think I’ve forgiven you yet. I’m still angry.”

His mouth tilted in a knowing smile, more amused than scared.

“Whatever you want, you get, I’ll make sure it’s the elder sister who handles the deal.”

”

His voice dropped, wickedly soft. “And since you’re already here, I was planning to get you out of that mood tonight, but I might as well start now.

”

I placed my hands on his chest, trying to sound firm. “Don’t think this makes us even. I’m still

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