His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59

He wiped his mouth, leaned slightly toward me, and whispered, “Thanks for breakfast. It was amazing.”

I nodded. “You’re welcome.”

“But there’s one meal I’ve really been craving this morning.”

I froze mid–sip.

Slowly, I looked at him. “What meal?”

He tilted his head. “The one your dirty little mind is picturing right now.”

My mouth opened in mock outrage. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you,” he said, voice dropping as he pushed his chair back and stalked toward me, “are irresistible.”

He kissed me before I could reply.

Then he lifted me onto the kitchen counter like it was nothing.

His hands pushed the shirt up.

And in minutes, we were lost again.

When we came down from our high, legs still tangled, lips swollen–I leaned against his chest, laughing softly.

“How am I ever going to cook in here again without flashing back to this?”

He smirked, brushing a thumb over my lower lip. “Easy. Call me over to create new memories when the old ones start fading.”

I stared up at him.

And just like that, I knew–this man wasn’t just going to ruin me.

He already had.

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After breakfast, and round two on the kitchen counter–I could barely catch my breath.

My muscles ache in the best way. My skin still buzzed from Liam’s touch. I was ready to curl back into his bed, let the morning melt into the afternoon, and pretend the outside world

didn’t exist.

But Liam had other plans.

“Get ready,” he said, pulling on a pair of grey sweats, the drawstring hanging loose around his hips. “We’re going out.”

I blinked from where I still sat on the counter, his oversized shirt sliding off one shoulder.

“Out where?”

He smirked, eyes glinting. “You’ll see.”

I squinted at him, suspicious. “I have nothing to wear.

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“Borrow from Sophia’s closet,” he said casually, grabbing his water. “Or wear something of mine again. Not that I’d mind. Honestly, I’d prefer you in just my shirt.”

I slid off the counter and shot him a playful glare. “Pervert.”

He leaned against the island, sipping slowly. “You in my clothes? That’s better than any view in this city.”

I rolled my eyes, trying not to blush.

“Fine. Twenty minutes. And no funny business while I’m getting dressed.”

“No promises.”

After my shower, I snuck into Sophia’s room and borrowed a pair of soft cream shorts that barely reached mid–thigh. Paired with Liam’s oversized black tee, the look was pure “accidentally hot.”

I tugged at the hem, pretending not to notice how his scent still lingered on the fabric.

When I walked into the living room, Liam froze.

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His eyes moved slowly down my body like a man starving.

“That look on you?” he said, voice low. “Criminally distracting.”

“You’ve said that before.”

“And I’ll say it again. And again.”

I spotted his car keys on the console and glanced out the window at the collection of ridiculously expensive cars parked in his garage.

“Okay. Real talk. What’s with the fleet? Are you compensating for something?”

He followed my gaze and grinned.

“It’s called a collection. Vanity, maybe. But I like shiny things that go fast.”

“Bloody show–off,” I muttered.

“Pick your favorite.”

I narrowed my eyes, pointing at a sleek, obsidian–black Ferrari.

“That one. I love how it’s built.”

He walked toward the door. “Noted.”

Something in the way he said it made my stomach flip.

“No. Liam. Don’t even think about it. I was joking.”

He grinned. “Too late.”

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The drive was… fun.

Stupid, flirty fun.

He gave me the aux cord. “Pick something good.”

I raised a brow. “Prepare to be amazed, or horrified.”

First song: old–school heartbreak anthem.

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“Nope.” Liam said instantly. “Next.”

Second song: too upbeat.

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