Chapter 34 You had me at wings

Amberleigh sat on a stool at the counter and chatted with Leo as he cooked up her lunch. And it smelled fucking amazing. He didn’t use premade dough, no he made it from scratch, and even hand tossed that shit. She clapped and was tempted to throw tips at him.  She wondered how a rich boy from a wealthy family had ended up as the private chef to the Godwin. Surely, Leo didn’t need the money, so maybe he did it because he loved cooking and he liked to hang with Grayson. It was clear Grayson seemed like a different person, less formal and filtered, around Leo. Perhaps Leo brought out the best of the billionaire, or at least brought him back down to Earth occasionally. Their conversations started out on somewhat generic things about cooking and the penthouse. She was bold enough to come out and ask him for some cooking lessons rather than beat around the bush, because he made her feel at ease. Like they’d been friends for years. He looked delighted to have a student to take on. Excited even as he started rattling off dishes they would make, and even seemed to get a bit carried away as he planned the Thanksgiving dinner he and Amberleigh would prepare for Grayson and his guests.