Free Appetite For Lust | Billionaire Romance by Jezebel Nixon Page A

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    “I mean, look,” He says, shrugging his shoulders as he lifts his hands above his shoulders. “I know I’m just a lowly dishwasher, but I’ve been here for a while…”
     
    “Uhuh…” She says, raising her eyebrows as she listens to him speak, humoring him.
     
    “And Mr. Yeshevsky has hired people who’ve been here longer than you for a whole lot less than potato skins. Guy is mental!”
     
    “Wow.” She says, picking though potatoes to do a final inspection. “He sure is serious about his food.”
     
    “Yeah, I guess.” He says, leaning against the counter and looking up at the white tiled ceiling. “I guess I probably would be too if I had billions of dollars to piss away.” He says, tapping the potato in her hand obnoxiously, reminding her to peel the backside, too. “Can’t exactly take it with you when you’re dead!”
     
    “Yeah, I suppose.” She says as she peels. “I’m sure you would want to leave some behind though.”
     
    “To who?” He says, snorting. “Maybe I would, but this guy isn’t!”
     
    “How do you know?” She asks, squinting her green eyes.
     
    “I wash his dishes, man!” He says, leaning into her. “And I don’t think Chef Kyle even knows how to cook for more than one person, he’s just never had to do it before! The dude is seriously alone.”
     
    “No wife?” She asks, winking playfully at her new co-worker.
     
    “Nope.” He says, shaking his head. “If you ask me, he probably killed her or something. What kind of billionaire doesn’t have women all over him all the time?”
     
    “Victor!” She jumps as she hears the fat chef call out from across the kitchen. “Your break is done don’t you think? Spot bothering her with your rumors.”
     
    “Okay, okay, sorry for saying anything.” The dishwasher says, holding his hands up before turning back to Shelby. “I’m just saying! You don’t become a billionaire without sniffing out a few people, right?”
     
      Shelby clears her throat while shaking her head at the lanky man.
     
    “Whatever.” She whispers. “I’m just here to prep food.”

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 3
     
     
    “You can’t be serious!” She hears, biting her bottom lip as she listens to Chef Kyle yell into the receiver of the wall phone by the front exit. “I’ve got beef in the oven! Potatoes about to burn! And you’re only letting me know now?!”
     
    Shelby gently places down her wooden cutting board in the stainless steel counter, careful not to make any sound to disturb the irate chef even further.
     
    “You have one job!” She hears. “Take the plate to Mr. Yeshevsky’s table, and you’re telling me you’re incapable of doing that tonight?”
     
      Shelby tries to act busy as she notices the angry chef glance over to her. She slowly picks up a leaf of romaine, ripping it up into tiny pieces as she listens.
     
    “No, you’re the one calling me up on the phone in the middle of supper when you should have been here and ready to serve hours ago already!”
     
      She jumps as she hears the phone slam against the wall and she looks down at the counter, pretending to have not been listening.
     
    “You!” She hears Chef Kyle say as the fat man make a b-line toward her. “You’re all I have tonight.”
     
      The chef pushes her away from her prep table and into the storage nook. He grabs a pair of black slacks off the shelf, shoving them into her arms before reaching again for a blouse to fit her.
     
    “When you’re finished with the salad, put this on.” He says, stretching the blouse from one shoulder to the other across her chest before scrunching it into her arms on top of the slacks. “You’ll be serving tonight.”
     
    “I’ve…. I’ve never served before.” She whispers, feeling the color drain from her face as her voice catches in her throat.
     
    “You put the plate in front of him and walk away.” The chef says, shaking his head before turning to walk away.