CHAPTER 40

I woke up this morning and did my normal routine before heading down to the kitchen in my black sweatpants and tank top. I walked past the dining area and into the kitchen.

“Bonjour, you must be Mrs. Armani.” A man dressed in black jeans and a black chef shirt says turning to me. His forearms were fully tattooed from what I could see showing from the shirt he wore and they looked like they extended up his arm.

“Yeah, but you don’t have to call me that. Please just call me Bailey and you must be Chef Mario.”

“In the flesh.” He says grinning. “What would you like to have for breakfast?”

“I don’t know anything you want to make but I would love to assist there is really nothing to do here and I have just been here for a day.”

“Alright, lady boss. There’s a spare apron in the storage.” He says pointing at the door. I walk to the door and open it. At the door side, I pick up the light blue apron and put it on, closing the storage door behind me as I knot the apron.

“So Chef, what are we ma