Room Service. Jill Shalvis

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      Em stared at him, some of her elation fading. “A cooking thing.”

      “With a dynamic chef who can really entertain. You know, juggle knives, toss the ingredients around. Like those chefs at the Japanese restaurants, only without the ethnicity. You’ll cook everything across the board on this show, from burgers to beef tartare.”

      Tartare? She didn’t even know what that was. “A cooking show,” she repeated, thoughts racing. Unfortunately, she didn’t know the inner workings of a kitchen any more than she understood the aerodynamics of a plane.

      “Cooking shows are hot right now,” Nathan said.

      A cooking show, when Em could burn water without trying.

      “You should start with the chef. He’ll be the key to your success. I actually have one in mind—”

      “But you just said I could hire—”

      “The staff to support the show.”

      She fixed her smile back in place, adding an easy nod that she hoped covered up the panic hurtling through her veins instead of blood. Cooking show…“I was hoping you’d trust me to hire everyone for the show.”

      “I do. Just go check out the chef I have in mind. He has charisma in spades. He’d draw the audience right in. Women think he’s sexy as hell, too.”

      “Who is he?”

      “Chef Jacob Hill, currently running Amuse Bouche, the world-class restaurant inside Hush, an equally world-class hotel in New York.”

      “You mean that new hotel that’s themed for…”

      “Sex? Yep, that’s the one. You can leave ASAP.” Nathan stopped and looked at her. “Oh, one more thing.”

      She was still reeling from the fact that she wasn’t fired, that she was doing a cooking show and that she was headed to a hotel that specialized in sexual exploration and adventure.

      “I know your potential, Em. It’s why I’m doing this. But listen to me. You’re going to have to…”

      “What?”

      He sighed. “Harden that ridiculously soft heart of yours. Toughen up.”

      “I’m plenty tough.”

      “Not in the way I’m talking. It’d help if you learned to conform to the way we do things around here.”

      “You mean like lie and cheat?”

      He offered her a smile, his first. “Exactly. If that chef won’t come willingly? Hire someone to find a hair on their plate at Amuse Bouche. In a place like that, he’d be ruined instantly. He’ll be begging to do the show.”

      She stared at him. “That’s despicable.”

      He shrugged. “That’s life.”

      “I would never do something like that.”

      “Yeah.” His smile faded and he scrubbed his hands over his face. “Here comes number four.”

      “I am not failing a fourth time.”

      He didn’t look convinced, but to his credit, he didn’t say so. “You’ve got yourself one month to get this show off the ground. Go break a leg.”

      She moved to the door when he opened it for her, feeling a little stunned, a little overwhelmed, a little excited and a lot sick.

      “Good luck,” Nathan said wryly.

      No doubt, she was going to need it.

      1

      New York

      THREE DAYS LATER EM stood in the gorgeous lobby of Hotel Hush, looking around in marvel. The carpet beneath her feet was a pattern of blacks, greens, grays and pinks, and felt so thick it was like walking on air. The grand furniture and artwork on the vast walls brought to mind the great old salons of the roaring twenties.

      She knew from Hush’s Web site that the place catered to the young, wealthy and daring. It was eighty guest rooms of fun, flirty sophistication and excitement, with additional offerings such as designer penthouse suites complete with personal butlers, an “it” bar named Erotique that attracted the glitterati of New York, a luxurious spa, a rooftop swimming pool…

      And every available amenity was geared toward Hush’s hook: erotic fun. Guests could use their room’s private video camera complete with blank tapes, or any of the “toys” in each armoire. And downstairs in the basement was a discreet entertainment parlor where couples could engage in semiprivate exhibition fantasies, and more.

      “More” being sensual pleasures that only those with an extremely open, worldly point of view would dare experience. According to the info Em had gotten online, anything could be obtained here, tried here, seen here. Anything at all.

      Em couldn’t even imagine the half of it. Not that it mattered. She wasn’t here for the pleasures. She was here to see Amuse Bouche, and its chef. Nathan had chosen well. It was rumored that Chef Jacob Hill was unparalleled in the kitchen, any kitchen, and that he was a virtual modern-day god.

      And wildly, fabulously sexy to boot.

      People said that his food was out of this world, that once you ate something he cooked, you fell for him hook, line and sinker. They said that his waitstaff had to guard the doors to the kitchen, beating women off with a stick every night.

      She hoped that translated to great TV.

      She’d tried to learn more about him, but interestingly enough there wasn’t much to learn. She’d found several lists of impressive credentials, but with an odd omission—anything prior to five years ago was a complete blank.

      Which meant either Chef Jacob Hill was relatively new to his field, or he had a past he didn’t care to advertise.

      An enigma.

      And the last piece to the puzzle of Em’s success.

      Hopefully he had one element common with the rest of the human race, that he could be coaxed, by either the promise of money or fame, all the way across the country to L.A.

      “Look at this place,” Liza said in awe. Liza was Em’s oldest friend and newest assistant. That she looked like Barbara Eden circa I Dream of Jeannie had turned out to be invaluable in the industry as far as getting things done her way. Which was good, as Liza, never a warm, fuzzy sort, never one to back off from a good fight, liked to get her way. This made her an extremely efficient assistant, if a rather fierce one.

      “They sure take the art deco theme seriously, don’t they?” She looked all around them. “This stuff is all museum quality.”

      “Yeah, I’m sure that’s why the male guests come here.” This from Eric, Em’s second-closest friend, and new location director. He was looking at a bold, bright painting of a very beautiful and СКАЧАТЬ