Chapter 31 Most important meal of the day

• Amberleigh figured she had plenty of time to figure out what the fuck was going on, and perhaps Leo would prove to be a valuable source of info if she played her cards right. Get chummy with the chef, Grayson’s obvious friend and confidante, and learn how to cook, kill two birds with one stone and all that shit.  For now, she would bide her time, play her moves carefully, and might as well have some fucking fun while doing so.
• So, Amber made a noisy entrance to the kitchen as if she’d only just arrived.  Bouncing her hips as if she were walking a catwalk during Fashion Week in New York. Grayson immediately looked up from his half-eaten breakfast. Oh he was good, as his mask was in place, though he clearly hadn’t expected to see her in his kitchen, and draped in only a bath robe. He was probably wondering if she was wearing anything underneath, good. The billionaire pulled his eyes away and back to his watch, as if he were uninterested.
• “Did you need something Miss Dubois?” he asked.