His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 32

You’re going on vacation. With a billionaire family. On a private jet.

No big deal.

Sure.

The knock on the door pulled me out of my spiral.

Sophia and Jay stood there like they were starring in an airport fashion editorial. Casual airport chic, designer sunglasses, glowing skin, and the kind of confidence that came from knowing your seat was nowhere near economy.

“Ready?” Sophia beamed, her ponytail swinging.

“As I’ll ever be,” I muttered, grabbing my carry–on.

We loaded everything into the car and drove toward a private terminal tucked away from the chaos of LAX. As the gates opened, I spotted a sleek, white jet gleaming under the sunset sky, the Black Industries logo glinting near the tail.

“I’m really doing this,” I whispered.

Inside, the jet was a whole other world. Cream leather seats arranged in cozy clusters, gold- plated finishes, subtle lighting, and windows that framed the sky like art. ull–service bar sat near the front. The air smelled faintly of citrus and something expensive I couldn’t name.

And then… Liam.

He was lounging in one of the wide seats, scrolling through his phone like he didn’t just trigger minor heart palpitations. Gone was the CEO armor. No suit. No tie. Just a gray henley that hugged his torso unfairly, black joggers, and clean white sneakers. His hair was slightly tousled, and his sleeves pushed up, revealing forearms that needed a warning label.

He looked… edible.

The second his eyes lifted and locked onto mine, something shifted.

His

gaze lingered.

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Then he tapped the empty seat beside him, a barely–there smile pulling at his lips.

I hesitated. My feet didn’t.

I slid into the seat next to him, nerves buzzing through my fingers as Sophia and Jay disappeared to the other side of the cabin with zero shame. Clearly orchestrated.

Silence settled between us for a beat. I caught the faint scent of his cologne, clean, musky, dangerously familiar.

Then I blurted, “You look good. I mean… casually. You should ditch the suits more often.”

A grin broke across his face. Not smug. Not rehearsed. Unguarded and real.

“Good,” he said. “Because you’re going to be seeing a lot more of me without one over the next few days.”

I blinked. My brain short–circuited.

And then he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just enough to set my skin on fire.

“Hope you can handle the yumness.”

I choked. “That’s not a real word.”

He shrugged, eyes glinting. “Maybe not. But it fits the mood, don’t you think?”

I looked away, heat crawling up my neck. “You’re really full of yourself.”

“Not full. Just honest.”

His voice wrapped around me like a silk robe. Warm, teasing, impossible to ignore.

And sitting next to him, inches from his sun–warmed skin and killer smile, I suddenly understood exactly what Sophia meant when she said island Emily needed a glow–up.

Because Liam Black in vacation mode?

Might just be the most dangerous version yet.

The jet’s engines rumbled softly beneath us, a low hum vibrating through the plush floor as we taxied down the private runway. I sank back into the wide leather seat, the kind that reclined like a throne, while the flight attendant moved with practiced grace.

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