The days went by, but Chloe's mission simmered beneath, she had Thanked Richard for the role he played in her employment, he said he had overheard her explaining why she needed the job and had to do his little moves.
Late one evening, after the dinner rush, Gordon called her to the walk-in cooler for a 'supply check.'
The cold air hit her like a whisper, shelves lined with ingredients that held the restaurant's heart.
'I know you are new but these are our secrets,' he said, gesturing to jars of house-made extracts. His voice was lower here, intimate. 'Guard them.'
She stepped closer, the space forcing proximity. 'I will, Mr. Overton. Your trust means a lot.'
'Gordon,' he corrected, his breath warm against the chill. 'And it's earned, not given.' Their eyes met, a spark flaring.
Chloe
