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CHAPTER 4: SURPRISE VISIT

Tessa was quite optimistic about the day when she awoke the next morning. She couldn't quite remember her dream but she knew she was relieved and excited. The kind that pumped her enthusiasm.

The meeting with Julian was scheduled for later in the afternoon and she was so sure that by then she would be composed and focused. She was so sure that with her resolve, she was not going to let her personal feelings affect her professionalism.

She was just going to cook for him— food, that is.

That would be all. No more, no less.

The pay was too huge a deal for her to reject so why let such a good deal go, just because her pussy wanted some servicing? Didn't make sense at all.

She dressed in a sharp black blazer and skirt to boost her confidence and she paired it with the most favorite red bottoms. This was one of those confident looks she pulled when she was going to meet big shots and this one was no exception. She refused to think about how she had chosen her sexiest lingerie to put on today beneath the blazers though.

She went through her notes for the presentation last night as she had worked overtime at the office on this after the event.

He had proposed not just for a chef but a nutritionist. He said to expand on the information today, so she had to prepare better so as not to be thrown off guard. She had only put in that much work the night before as she was always like that —thorough and meticulous. But with what she found later that night, that he was a very big fish...a shark, even, she was relieved that she had not underestimated the man one ounce.

With the knowledge of how big he was, Tessa was sure that a lot of chefs and nutritionists in the Culinary world would die to get their hands on a deal like this with this man. A thing of pride and achievement to have been in charge of massaging the taste buds of such a man even if it was just for a day, but a month? She really could not let this deal skip.

As she arrived at the office, her assistant greeted her with an encouraging smile and a coffee, "Good morning ma'am—err Tessa."

"Good morning Roxanne." She took the coffee and returned a pleasant smile at her assistant.

"Ma'am as you ordered, your schedule today has been cleared, we have received the location and address for the meeting you will be having and the subject for the taste test from Mr Saint Clair's team."

"Mhh." Tessa nodded after taking a sip of her cup of coffee. "That's a start, what dish is that?"

"Err..." Roxanne's voice tailed as she followed Tessa into her office.

Tessa walked straight to her desk and dropped her bag on the table. She walked towards her window blind but upon getting no reply from Roxanne, she turned to look at her assistant.

This was when she noticed the constipated and nervous look on her face,

"What is the name of the dish?" She asked again, her brows rose in question.

"Err, the message we got was just a single sentence, it read, 'your favorite pastries.'" Roxanne cleared her throat, her eyes fixed nervously on the table.

What? Tessa froze for a second, but this surprise did not last long. Just the few moments she had spent with the man was enough for her to know that he was the kind to spring surprises on people.

"Then, we prepare for it then." Tessa shrugged. This was not a big deal.

"Ma'am..." Roxanne's voice was shaky and small. What did the young lady take this morning? She wasn't usually this —

She frowned and noticed how Roxanne seemed to be staring at her desk.

"What's wrong—"her voice trailed down her throat when she saw the person behind the table, sitting comfortably on her chair.

She was so startled that she staggered back. She caught herself just in time and tried to calm her palpitating heart which was already thumping so hard that it could jump out of her mouth.

She took a deep breath, still trying to recover from the shock, "You can leave, Roxanne." Her voice came out strangled and small. "Prepare ingredients for 'you know what' and do not disturb." She said.

"Ye-yes Ma'am." Roxanne bowed and scurried off like a scaredy cat.

She took a deep breath and immediately walked towards the window blinds of her large office, "You scared the poor girl."

She didn't look at the person on the chair, she refused to look at him. She opened the blinds, exposing the ceiling-to-floor windows and allowing the greedy morning rays to permeate into the room.

"I reckon I scared you too didn't I?" His rich voice shook in a soft laughter.

She then turned to meet his eyes. The sinfully handsome man sat lazily on her chair, his legs crossed and his eyes peering at her.

"The meeting is scheduled to be held this afternoon, and we were meant to come over to you and not the other way around." There was an annoyance in her voice when she looked at him. Why did he make her heart somersault and her belly erupt with butterflies? How dare he?

"Well, princess, you sound pissed." He stood from her chair and once again, she had to be in awe at his height as she had to slowly gaze up to catch his full figure.

"There's been a change of plans so I swerved by, the date has been shifted forward, it's tomorrow. We will be leaving tomorrow —that is if you are willing."

He walked up to her and she could swear that she could only feel her legs leave the ground and her head fuzzy with the sweet and edible scent of his cologne. But her legs were we'll plant on the floor, and his face was slightly hovering so close to her face as he bent to look at her.

As if the words finally registered, she exclaimed; "Tomorrow?"

"Mhh, we will discuss every other thing on the trip, once you agree, and you do not need to worry, the pay will be tripled as this offer is an express one." He said as he gauged her expression.

Her head swirled. Tripled?

Her poor brain couldn't do the math, and she was blown away. That was going to be a huge amount of money. So huge that it could set her up for life.

She cleared her throat, "What time do we leave tomorrow?"

She was not planning to decline an offer this huge from Julian Saint Clair.