Šef iz snova

When I first met Chase Parker, I didn't make the best impression. I hid in the hallway of the restaurant and texted my best friend to save me from a terrible date. He heard what I was saying and told me I was a snob, then proceeded to bombard me with advice on how to behave when dating men. So I told him to mind his own business - whatever the business of such a tall, beautiful, full of himself guy was - and returned to my partner. Passing by my table, he grinned as I watched that arrogant, sexy ass return to his partner. There was no help, every now and then I secretly looked at him because he attracted me like a magnet. When a very handsome stranger together with his equally sexy partner suddenly appeared at our table, I thought he was going to knock me out. Instead, he pretended to know each other and began recounting in detail embarrassing stories from our supposedly younger days together. My date suddenly turned from utter boredom into something wonderfully exciting. When it was all over and everyone went their separate ways, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I mean, what were the odds of running into him again in a city of eight million? And yet... What was the probability that a month after that he would become my new sexy boss?