539 Back in the Fire
(Cass)
By the time the last dish is stacked, my arms feel like they're made of lead. My back aches, my hands sting from endless scrubbing, and I swear I'll smell like onion peels and garlic skins for the next month. It's nearly two a.m. But I'm still standing.
Barely.
The Brussels estate kitchen is a monster. The lunch service alone had my head spinning-three different menus running at once, dignitaries arriving early, last-minute changes because some VIP decided they're suddenly vegan but still want the flavor of foie gras. Fine dining is bullshit.
And I love it.
I grab a clean cloth and wipe the sink and counters dry, catching my blurry reflection in the shiny steel of the dishwasher. Flushed cheeks, hair barely contained in my headscarf, exhaustion written all over my face.
The executive chef-aka Satan in a toque-barks at the nightshift team, sending them scrambling into action while I keep my head down. I learned that trick fast.
Do the grunt work, keep your mouth shut, don't whine, and maybe maybe they won't chew you up and spit you out.
But that doesn't mean I'm invisible.
"Cass," Chef snaps, barely looking up from the clipboard he's glaring at. "We start prep for the state dinner tomorrow. Early call. Five a.m."
I blink. "What?"
He lifts his head, arching an eyebrow. "Problem?"
I shake my head. "No. Just... it's almost two a.m."
He stares. "You want to be the best chef? That's the job. Get used to it."
I nod, ignoring the knot in my stomach. "Got it, Chef."
He grunts and moves on to yelling at someone else, and I exhale. My fingers dig into the cloth, my body screaming for sleep.
"Cass!"
Fuck, what now? "Yes Chef?"
"You'll be prepping for your own appetizer for dinner service. The scallop dish. Enough for one hundred serves." He gives me the nod that means I did good. Better than good, he chose my dish... again! Pride surges through me and I swear I'm not going to cry. "Yes Chef! Thank you, Chef."
He just walks off. God I need to sleep and now I'm bouncing off the walls.
I slip off my sodden apron, grab my bag, and push through the back door into the cool night air.
Brussels smells different at night-fresh, damp, a little smoky from the nearby chimneys. The estate is quiet, lights glowing from the windows, the real world feels far away.
I roll my shoulders and make my way toward the cottage. I fire up a cigarette. My body is a wreck, my feet hate me, but there's something satisfying about knowing I survived another day. And I got another appetizer over the line. Worth it.
I
Viktor.
leading down to the cottage, arms crossed, watching
stop walking. "You
twitches. "Checking if you
snort. "At 2 a.m.? Pass. This will do me, thanks." I raise my cigarette
a little. "You
But I have to have one
"I'm not perfect."
Why are you
"I couldn't sleep."
I scoff. "Convenient."
my feet, so unless you've got a legit reason to be following me like
was going to ask if you wanted
I freeze.
simple question. But coming from him?
puts himself out of his comfort zone like
right now, he's
and I hate that
it's not totally out of
tingle on my lips from the memory of that kiss. could use some physical stress relief I open my mouth to
then headlights cut through
the fuck is driving at two in the morning? Maybe
car rolls down the driveway, smooth and silent. I see the window roll down. I see the smile and that is not
Then
beside me, shifting like
The car door opens.
clad in skinny jeans and a clinging top with sleeves just above his bulging biceps.
than
the perfect
I spent a lot
cannot with these two right now. I swallow hard, forcing my expression into something neutral. "What the hell are you doing
you too, Cass. I told
but the tension rolling off him almost
expected you'd
amusement flashing in his dark eyes. "Did I
arms. "No. And I'm too tired for this crap.
can have
through his nose. "No
doesn't even glance at him. "I wasn't asking
go. Fighting over their holy
exhale. "Whatever this is,
have
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