His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33

“I work hard,” he said, “but I play hard too. There are layers to me, Emily. You’ve barely scratched the surface.”

The way he slowly said my name, made my stomach tighten in the most inconvenient way.

“So, what’s vacation in St. Barts like for someone like you?”

“Private beaches. No noise. Good food. Better company.

I smirked. “That sounds… very curated.”

He shrugged, unapologetic. “I don’t do chaos on vacation.”

“What’s

your favorite place to travel?”

He hesitated for a second too long. “I’ll show you someday.”

It wasn’t a flirt. It was something heavier. A promise.

“You’re not the only one allowed to ask questions, you know,” he added, turning to face me fully.

“Fine. Ask away.”

He asked about my favorite meals to cook, my worst client disaster, and the first dish I ever burned so badly it set off a smoke alarm.

Then he tilted his head and said, “I’d also like to know if you snore in your sleep. Because if you do, I might need to switch seats.‘

”

“I do not snore,” I said, mock–offended.

He grinned. “No one ever admits it.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. The tension softened into something warmer. Safer. For a moment, it felt like we were just two people in the sky, away from reality.

“You’re different up here,” I said softly. “Not your usual uptight self.”

0.00%

15:39

“I’m off–duty,” he replied. “And I like seeing you relax.”

My breath caught at the way he looked at me then, like he wasn’t just talking about small talk and soft laughter. Like he wanted to see what I looked like completely undone.

I shifted in my seat, trying to steady my voice. “So what do you actually enjoy doing on vacation?”

“Swimming. Hiking. Night drives through quiet towns. Chartering boats. Stargazing. And games.”

“Seriously?” I blinked. “You? Stargazing?”

“There’s a lot you didn’t picture.”

His gaze drifted down my body in a way that made my skin warm beneath the silk of my dress. I pressed my thighs together on instinct, pulse skipping wildly.

He leaned closer, voice low. “The trip’s just getting started. And there’s something I’ve been thinking about since we boarded.”

I narrowed my eyes, teasing. “What?”

“Can I show you?”

The way he said it, soft, deliberate, with that slow burn behind his words, made hitch.

“This feels like a trap,” I muttered.

He didn’t flinch. “Say no, and I’ll stop.”

my breath

Every rational part of me screamed to back away, to say something clever and cautious.

Instead, I nodded. “Okay.”

Without warning, his hand slid onto my thigh. Warm. Slow. Unapologetic.

My breath faltered as his fingers traced lazy circles along the hem of my dress. He leaned in again, his mouth brushing the edge of my ear.

“You’re shaking,” he whispered.

“I’m not,” I lied.

28.47%

15:39

288 IVouchers

He smirked, clearly enjoying every second. “You are. I like that.”

I clenched the armrest, struggling not to move as his fingers slid higher beneath the blanket he casually tossed over our laps. It was reckless. Stupid. Sophia and Jay were just a few feet away, laughing and sipping their wine, probably plotting their next chaos–filled game night.

We could get caught. At any moment.

The thought only made it worse. Or better.

“You’re enjoying this,” I hissed under my

breath.

He tilted his head. “You’re not?”

I didn’t answer.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify