Chapter Two

Sighing, Gypsy informed her head chef to take over the kitchen and excused herself. Not bothering to take off her gear, she went out of the kitchen and went to her office.

David was sitting in one of the guest chairs and he was holding the photo of Gypsy and Dawn which she kept on her desk. Upon her entry, he set the photo down and swivelled in his chair to face her.

His eyes run over the length of her body teasingly. “Damn chef. Have I told you how sexy you look when you're in your chef mood?”

He wiggled his brows. “Are you going to cook me, chef? I think I need a bit of warming up. And maybe some kneading.”

He burst laughing at his own humour. Gypsy shook her head. Unable to battle the smile forming on her face.

“You clown.”

With an exhausted sigh, she slumped into her desk. Cooking was so pleasant when you're doing it for only a few people but it could get tiring pretty quickly once in a well-patronized restaurant like hers.

That's why Gypsy made sure her cooks had enough breaks a