Rafael doesn’t want to get out of the kitchen.
But he might not be able to handle Drake’s heat…
RAFAEL
This job should be mine.
I’m the next Head Chef at The Crow, not some jumped-up nobody who came here to steal my title. And even if our boss wants us to go head-to-head, there’s no way I’m going to let him win.
Okay, so he’s hot.
Fine, so he’s talented.
And, sure, he makes me infuriated in ways that have my mind wandering to places it shouldn’t.
But Drake Warwick isn’t taking my job – and once I find out what his shady secret is, I’m going to make sure he can’t tempt my boss – or me – any longer.
DRAKE
I came here to take a job, not caring who I had to knock out of the running to get it.
But then I met him. Rafael.
The most infuriating, annoying, stuck-up, inflexible chef I’ve ever met.
He makes me want to shove him up against the wall of the walk-in.
He makes me want to kiss him until he has to admit he knows I’m hot.
He makes me want to throw it all away and whisk him off on the back of my motorbike.
But I’m not going to do any of that.
I’m going to get the job.
Right?
