I only meant to cover my mother’s contract. Three months. Strictly professional. No mistakes. I wasn’t supposed to work for Adrian Cole — the cold, controlled CEO everyone in the city fears. He expected an experienced private chef. Instead… he got me. Twenty-two. Quiet. Nervous. Completely out of my depth in a glass mansion that doesn’t feel like a home. He doesn’t tolerate distractions. He doesn’t blur boundaries. And he definitely doesn’t mix business with emotion. But late-night dinners turn into conversations. Professional distance turns into lingering eye contact. And every time he says my name, it sounds less like a command… and more like something dangerous. The rule in his house is simple: What’s not on the menu — doesn’t get served. And I was never meant to be part of it. Three months. That’s all I promised myself. But the longer I stay under his roof, the harder it becomes to remember that I was hired to cook for him — not fall for him.