Leroy

Leroy King smiled as he diced the vegetables for his stir fry before taking a sip of his wine as he moved with grace around his small kitchen. Having forgotten about being shouted at by his 'boss' he stopped his actions remembering the little lady who commanded the entire staff with her soft tones.
She was not a goddess like the many women he had met but there was something that drew one to her. Something that could make a men do anything for her without her even asking.

He smiled shaking his head just as his phone rang.
"Mr King. You are requested to assist with Miss Romani's meal preparation for her trip to England. Please have your passport ready a driver will come pick you up at 4am," the gentleman said before ending the call without his response.

Looking at the phone in disbelief he laughed as he shook his hand ignoring the request.

In his 32 years of existence he had never been summoned and he was not one to start obeying such summons. Losing his parents after turning 18 he managed to go to school and trained with several chefs as well as obtaining a business management degree thanks to the money his parents had saved up for their education.

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She sat on the plane looking at her tablet before she looked up to see her assistant, James, looking worried.
"Yes James," she said looking at him.
"The chef you requested is refusing your request," he said.
"We can always get another chef sister," Alexander stated from his seat as he looked at her.
"I want that chef," she said in a soft voice with a hint of anger beneath.
"What's so special about him Lexi. We both know you don't need a chef you can cook up a storm if you put your mind to it," he said taking a sip of scotch.
"Too early to be drinking, is it not brother?" She inquired closing the tablet.

"Tell the men there to bring him here but not to hurt him," she said as she went to talk to the pilot.
A few minutes passed by before she heard his voice shouting at her men. "I will call the police," he spat as he was shoved towards where she sat.
"Forgive my actions. You refused my request," she said with a raised eyebrow. "I require your culinary expertise for this trip," she said as the pilot announced their departure. "If you don't strap yourself in you might fall during our departure," she said looking at the empty seat opposite hers.

Looking at her in anger she looked him straight in the eyes as he fastened his belt.
Once in the air she stood to go change into something more comfortable.
"Follow me," she said passing him as she headed to the kitchen.
He looked at the small kitchen and fell in love with the equipment in an instant. He was a man who loved his food and wanted others to appreciate the art he created.
"What would you like to have?" He asked forgetting he had been taken by force.
"Surprise me," she said as she poured herself a glass of wine.

Grabbing the knife she watched as he worked fast with the blade forgetting she was even there as he prepared her breakfast.
"The cake was really good," she said breaking the silence.
He looked at her giving her a slight bow as he smiled.
Her brother walked into the kitchen just then holding his phone to his chest.
"The auction will begin once we get to the warehouse," he whispered as she nodded her head in acknowledgment.
Have a tuxedo prepared for him. He will be my date tonight," she said as her brother looked at her in question.

"May we speak in private?"
Heading to the office space he looked at his sister closely.
"You are attracted to him we both know that. But don't let emotions control your actions?" He said.
"You know I don't do such. But there is something about him that I can't put my finger on," she said tapping her chin.
"Just don't let whatever that is interfere with the business," he said shaking his head as he left the room.

She sighed heading back to get her glass of wine.
"Why exactly am I here?"
"To cook what else?" She asked.
He looked at her in question his eyes turning a darker shade as he watched her sip her wine.
"You look like you haven't been f***d in a while," he said as she looked at him in question.
"No man can handle me," she said before turning around and leaving the room. "I will take my meal with the others," she said as she walked away hearing him chuckle.

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"Miss Romani over here!" A reporter shouted as they arrived at the hotel.
"Who leaked our arrival," she said angrily before getting out of the car. Her men where already trying to clear a path for her.
"It it true that you are funding gorilla soldiers in your homeland Zimbabwe," a reporter yelled.
She remained expressionless as she looked straight ahead. Coming to a halt she noticed only her brother beside her.

"Where is my cook?" She asked him as he stopped beside her looking behind them.
Turning around in search of him her expression changed to that of worry for a fleeting second before she reached out for him taking his hand so he wouldn't be left behind. This surprised her brother as she rarely showed such emotion.

"Stay beside me," she said as they continued to walk towards the building.
"Are you asking?" He questioned her.
"No," she simply said.
He chuckled as she stopped walking making her crew come to a halt.
"Did I say something funny?" She asked him such that he only heard the question.
"You like bossing everyone around. You rarely ask," he said with a serious expression. "You need to learn to ask," he said folding his arms over his chest.

With a snap of her fingers he found himself being held by two men.
"I never ask for anything. I take whatever I want whenever I want. If you have a problem with that speak now before I personally cut out that tongue of yours for speaking to me in such a manner," she said as she watched him realize she was not playing.

"What exactly do you want from me?" He asked not the least bit fighting the men holding him as she nodded her head commanding them to release him.
"I told you. You are my cook," she said before continuing to walk.
Following her he looked perplexed as she spoke into the phone in fluent French.

Once they reached the penthouse they were left alone.
"Let's cut the crap shall we," she spat looking directly into his eyes.
He smirked looking at her as he revealed himself to her his eyes no longer warm but cold revealing the beast he was.

"I could smell death when I saw you in that kitchen," she said. "What where you doing there?"
"Waiting for you," he said in a flat tone.
"You still haven't answered my question," she said.

"My name is Leroy King," he said as her mind went over the list of names she knew.
"The silent owner of King Corp," she said.
"The one and only," he said. "I knew we hadn't met and I had to see the woman giving me migraines over my family's business," he said.
"Why exactly should I let you leave this room alive?" She said reaching for the blade neatly tucked under her shirt on her back.
"Because aside from the fact that you want to kill me right now, you also want me," he said in a casual manner.
She chuckled at his statement as he looked at her in question.

Before she could react he had his hand wrapped around her neck and both hands pinned behind her back.
"The way you hold yourself around those man makes a man like me imagine controlling you just the same way you control them. But yet I find myself wondering what you would do with that type of power in the bedroom," he whispered into her ear brushing his lips against her lobe.

Finding her window she raised her knee with force coming into contact with his groin as he growled in pain releasing her and stepping back falling to his knees in pain.
"That's the exact amount of power I hold in my bedroom, you on your knees. When you can walk leave my room and go back to the hole you crawled out of," she said.
"But I'm your date tonight darling," he stated with a look that matched hers.
"That can easily be rectified Mr King," she said as she walked away before she felt his hand on her arm as he smashed his lips against hers.

At first she froze in his arms before she responded to his lips on hers. He pulled her closer as his arousal pressed on her stomach making her moan as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Sucking his bottom lip she bit down drawing a drop of blood.
Pulling back he tasted the blood watching her smile in triumph.

"Now tell me you didn't enjoy that," he murmured looking into her eyes that had darkened.
"Get out," She said as he looked at her not even surprised.
Taking his leave without a word she locked her door.