His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 4

At exactly 9:00a.m., my phone buzzed.

Jay: Outside. Come out, Vixen.

I’d been up since six, way thrilled to sleep. I raced to the door, nerves and excitement tangling in my chest. Outside, a sleek black Range Rover parked on the street. Jay lowered the window and gave a small wave.

“Hop in,” he said with a grin.

He seems like a morning person. His face was bright and cheerful. I slipped into the passenger seat. “Morning,” I greeted both Jay and the driver, who looked more like a bodyguard than a chauffeur. Black suit, dark shades,a black ink tattoo ran down his shoulder.

He gave a stiff nod and started the engine.

The car goes into motion. I was bouncing my legs in excitement. Today is like Christmas coming early for me.

He chuckled “You’re awfully giddy for someone who needed heavy bribery to be here.”

I rolled my eyes. “Shut up before I change my mind .”

“Please. We both know you wouldn’t dare,” he said, smirking.

And damn it, he was right. If he bailed on me now, I’d genuinely cry. Not that he needed to know that. He’d never let me hear the end of it.

The studio wasn’t far. We arrived within twenty minutes, and Jay guided us inside like he owned the place. Which, honestly, he probably did in some way. The air smelled like leather and polished wood. 

There are a bunch of  recording equipment here. A microphone, audio interface, headphones, studio monitors and the rest I can't identify. 

“This is where magic happens,” he said dramatically.

I smiled as he introduced me as his friend to the crew. That word warmed something in my chest. 

Jay vanished into the vocal booth, headphones on, fully in his element. I took a seat in the cozy waiting area, scrolling through my phone to kill time.

Then, someone sat beside me.

I glanced up and froze

Mason Jacob.

The Grammy-winning, chart-topping, sinfully good looking Mason Jacob. I once had a massive crush on him.

This had to be a dream. I discreetly pinched my arm.

“Ow!”

He let out a hearty laugh, “Careful now. You’re not hallucinating.”

I blinked. “Wait.. was that an accent?”

He smiled, amused. “Yup. Grew up in London. Moved back here when I was nineteen. It slips out now and then.”

God. His voice is smooth.

I palmed my eyes. “Did I just say that out loud?”

“You did. And it was adorable.” He leaned back. “I’m Mason, by the way.”

“As if I didn’t know,” I muttered, embarrassed. “Emily.”

“Emily” he tasted my name in his lips ”Pretty name for a beautiful lady”

I blushed

“So, what brings you here?” he asked, eyes scanning the studio.

“I am here with Jay. More like he bribed me into coming with him” I snorted 

He raised a brow.

“Jason Black” I clarified. 

He chuckled, “That makes sense. He always strikes a hard deal.”

“You’re telling me.”

Mason tilted his head. “Are you his girlfriend?”

My eyes widened. “God, no. He’s just a friend.”

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