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Authors: Scarlett Jade
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Benedict over a croissant and a bowl of fresh fruit.
“Oh my God, I love Eggs Benedict.. and over a croissant? Toasted? Oh man.” She dug in with relish.
He smiled. “I'm glad you like it.” He watched her eat with enthusiasm. He dug into his own brunch.
She moaned lightly. “Oh dear God, that was delicious.” She wiped her mouth delicately.
“I'd be glad to have the chef teach you to make it.” Her eyes lit up.
“Oh, I'd love that! That would be incredible. Maybe one day.” She smiled.
He beckoned to the waiter. “Philippe, please tell Monsieur Beauchamp that we are ready for him.” Sasha looked at him curiously.
“What's going on?”
He smiled magnanimously. “You are going to cook with the chef.”
“What? Now?” Jeremy nodded.
Monsieur Beauchamp came from the kitchen, carrying a white chef's jacket. “Mademoiselle Jones, we have been waiting for you. Come, let me teach you.” He handed her the jacket, motioned for her to put it on and follow him.
She looked back at Jeremy. “Where will you be?”
He motioned around the room. “I'll be checking in on some ledgers. Take your time. There is no rush.” He stood, placed his napkin in his chair and smiled at her.
She turned and giddily followed the chef to the kitchen.
Sasha stood, fascinated, looking around the kitchen of the restaurant. There was so much noise and movement. It was like the best interpretive dance she'd ever seen. Everything flowed perfectly. Monsieur Beauchamp directed her and she began working with ingredients, making the Hollandaise sauce and poaching eggs. She was absolutely in her element. She didn't know that Jeremy had come in the kitchen and was leaning against the wall, watching her.
***
Jeremy watched her and felt good. She was happy. She was relaxing. This was what she needed. She had a streak of flour on her cheek and a dot on her nose. Her hair was pulled back sloppily. She had a smile on her face as she stirred the sauce, interacting with the staff. Monsieur Beauchamp noticed him and opened his mouth to speak. Jeremy held up a hand to silence him. Monsieur smiled and continued to speak with Sasha. A few more minutes went by. She plated up the dish and smiled a warm, genuine smile of satisfaction. Monsieur touched her shoulder and pointed at Jeremy. She grinned at him and held up the plate. He smiled at her enthusiasm and joy.
She turned to Monsieur and spoke to him for a moment. He threw his head back and laughed, patting her on the shoulder. She began walking to Jeremy and held her hand out to him. “Thank you!” She squeezed his hand. “That was wonderful. I had such a wonderful time.” He quickly pulled her to him and kissed her mouth. He dusted the flour off her nose and cheek.
“I'm glad. I like seeing you smile.” She flushed rosily. He helped her remove her jacket and he handed it to a waiter as they left the building. “I have to do a little work the rest of this afternoon. I thought you might like to visit a culinary store.” Her eyes were wide.
“I'd like to browse, sure.”
“No, Cupcake, I have a line of credit open there. You need to get any tools you deem necessary for your job. Part of your work.”
“I don't need anything major, really.” Her eyes shone.
“I thought you might say that,” he replied. “I put in a call to a friend of mine. He will be there to help guide you in getting things you need.”
She looked at him curiously. “Oh?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I want my personal chef to be adequately fitted out in the best of the best.” He smiled softly. “I also want you, as my friend, to be happy.”
“Are we friends?” She asked breathlessly.
“I'd like to think we are. I'm not your boss, I'm your friend. I'd love one day to be more than that, but you are in control, remember?” He brushed her hair back again. She smiled at him. The car stopped in front of a culinary store. He opened the door for her. “Get whatever you need or want, Sasha. No limit.”
“Oh my God, I love Eggs Benedict.. and over a croissant? Toasted? Oh man.” She dug in with relish.
He smiled. “I'm glad you like it.” He watched her eat with enthusiasm. He dug into his own brunch.
She moaned lightly. “Oh dear God, that was delicious.” She wiped her mouth delicately.
“I'd be glad to have the chef teach you to make it.” Her eyes lit up.
“Oh, I'd love that! That would be incredible. Maybe one day.” She smiled.
He beckoned to the waiter. “Philippe, please tell Monsieur Beauchamp that we are ready for him.” Sasha looked at him curiously.
“What's going on?”
He smiled magnanimously. “You are going to cook with the chef.”
“What? Now?” Jeremy nodded.
Monsieur Beauchamp came from the kitchen, carrying a white chef's jacket. “Mademoiselle Jones, we have been waiting for you. Come, let me teach you.” He handed her the jacket, motioned for her to put it on and follow him.
She looked back at Jeremy. “Where will you be?”
He motioned around the room. “I'll be checking in on some ledgers. Take your time. There is no rush.” He stood, placed his napkin in his chair and smiled at her.
She turned and giddily followed the chef to the kitchen.
Sasha stood, fascinated, looking around the kitchen of the restaurant. There was so much noise and movement. It was like the best interpretive dance she'd ever seen. Everything flowed perfectly. Monsieur Beauchamp directed her and she began working with ingredients, making the Hollandaise sauce and poaching eggs. She was absolutely in her element. She didn't know that Jeremy had come in the kitchen and was leaning against the wall, watching her.
***
Jeremy watched her and felt good. She was happy. She was relaxing. This was what she needed. She had a streak of flour on her cheek and a dot on her nose. Her hair was pulled back sloppily. She had a smile on her face as she stirred the sauce, interacting with the staff. Monsieur Beauchamp noticed him and opened his mouth to speak. Jeremy held up a hand to silence him. Monsieur smiled and continued to speak with Sasha. A few more minutes went by. She plated up the dish and smiled a warm, genuine smile of satisfaction. Monsieur touched her shoulder and pointed at Jeremy. She grinned at him and held up the plate. He smiled at her enthusiasm and joy.
She turned to Monsieur and spoke to him for a moment. He threw his head back and laughed, patting her on the shoulder. She began walking to Jeremy and held her hand out to him. “Thank you!” She squeezed his hand. “That was wonderful. I had such a wonderful time.” He quickly pulled her to him and kissed her mouth. He dusted the flour off her nose and cheek.
“I'm glad. I like seeing you smile.” She flushed rosily. He helped her remove her jacket and he handed it to a waiter as they left the building. “I have to do a little work the rest of this afternoon. I thought you might like to visit a culinary store.” Her eyes were wide.
“I'd like to browse, sure.”
“No, Cupcake, I have a line of credit open there. You need to get any tools you deem necessary for your job. Part of your work.”
“I don't need anything major, really.” Her eyes shone.
“I thought you might say that,” he replied. “I put in a call to a friend of mine. He will be there to help guide you in getting things you need.”
She looked at him curiously. “Oh?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I want my personal chef to be adequately fitted out in the best of the best.” He smiled softly. “I also want you, as my friend, to be happy.”
“Are we friends?” She asked breathlessly.
“I'd like to think we are. I'm not your boss, I'm your friend. I'd love one day to be more than that, but you are in control, remember?” He brushed her hair back again. She smiled at him. The car stopped in front of a culinary store. He opened the door for her. “Get whatever you need or want, Sasha. No limit.”
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