Chapter 24
Wayne
I hoped my new client was as cool as Kaylee. This lady had come highly recommended by her, and since I was about to lose my temp job making food for my clan alpha, Anthony, and his mate, Skye, I wanted to fill that spot with this chick. Bianca.
Skye had just given birth the month before and they’d asked for a six-week plan. That would be up soon.
The new possible client lived in the only ritzy apartment building in town, which looked good for me.
If she could afford to live there, maybe she could afford my high-end packages.
I made good money doing this and loved every minute of it.
I would do my best whatever package she chose, but it was always nice to sell the big ones.
Apparently, this lady was newly on her own and they worried she wasn’t eating enough or making herself nutritious meals. The first month, if she liked me, was on her parents.
She sounded like a pampered princess, but it wasn’t up to me to judge. She might end up being great to work for.
Her father had asked if I’d cook the meals there. I’d tried doing that at first, but it meant I could only take on two clients at a time and had to charge a premium price. Most people couldn’t swing it.
Doing the meals out of my home and delivering them brought in a lot more money, plus I got to stretch my culinary chops and work mostly from home. Definitely preferable.
In the lobby, I typed in the code her father had given me and the intercom buzzed. I’d brought a meal that was refrigerated, not frozen, so with a quick microwave, she could taste a sampling of all the meals I’d made for my clients for the week.
“Hello?” a smooth female voice came out of the intercom.
“I’m here to meet Bee,” I said. “I’m a chef, Wayne.”
“Come on up, Chef Wayne,” she said. The door clicked, so I opened it quickly. Apparently, he hadn’t given me a true code, just one that would allow me to contact Bee’s apartment.
I rode the elevator to the top floor, where only two apartments were. This place wasn’t penthouse ritzy, but it wasn’t far from it, either.
I pressed the doorbell and my right forearm erupted in flames. Not literally, but I dropped the bag with food in it as I hissed and yanked up my sleeve.
The door opened and my entire world shifted. Dizziness washed over me, and my arm burned even hotter.
I had to take a knee to keep from falling prostrate onto the floor. She touched my tingling skin. “Are you okay?” she whispered. “Chef Wayne? Should I call 911?”
I tried to find my voice and catch my breath, but the pain above my wrist was like torture.
The clan emblem was starting to appear on my skin.
She wouldn’t have been able to see it, but the fact that I did told me all I needed to know.
I looked up into Bee’s warm brown eyes. “Bianca Newman,” I whispered.
My new boss nodded with a concerned smile. “That’s me.”
My new boss. And my fucking fated mate.