The Mogul and the Muscle: A Bluewater Billionaires Romantic Comedy(15)

“Understood.”

There was definitely something happening in the kitchen. A rhythmic thumping sound came from below. And was that someone breathing heavily? Maybe her chef was kneading bread dough.

“Nicholas is overqualified to be a personal chef, but he swears he likes the slower pace,” Cameron said as we headed down the enclosed spiral staircase. “The restaurant industry is brutal. And he works a few days a week as a pastry chef at the Bluewater Bakery, so really, we all win. I—”

She stopped in her tracks, her words cutting off like she’d just had the air knocked out of her.

“Oh my god!”

“Shit!”

“Cam!”

I hurried down the last few steps and got an eyeful of her expansive gourmet kitchen. And an eyeful of a tall bearded man with his pants around his ankles. He had an athletic-looking woman bent over in front of him, bracing herself on the island. Also with pants around her ankles.

They both scrambled to pull their pants up, blubbering with embarrassment. I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or grab them both and haul them outside. He better have been her chef.

Cameron put a hand over her eyes. “Oh god, Nicholas, I just saw your ass.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, still trying to pull up his pants.

“Damn it, Nick,” the woman hissed, hauling a pair of tight workout leggings up her legs. She had a mild accent. Israeli if I wasn’t mistaken.

“Are you decent?” Cameron asked, still covering her eyes.

Nicholas groaned. “Cameron, I’m so sorry.”

“Okay, but am I going to see your junk if I open my eyes or can I look now?”

“You can look now,” the woman said, shooting Nicholas a glare.

Cameron lowered her hand. “Were you guys just having sex in the kitchen?”

The woman bit her lip and looked at the floor.

Nicholas ran his hands through his hair. “Yeah, we… I didn’t think you’d be home for a while, and Inda kept bending over, and she looks so good in those pants, I couldn’t help myself. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t blame me,” Inda said, her voice indignant. “I was just helping you get stuff out of the cupboards.”

Cameron blew out a breath. “Okay, we’re all adults here. I’m all for a happy marriage where you can’t wait to fuck the hell out of each other; it gives me hope for humanity. But you cook in here.”

“I always wash my hands,” Nicholas said.

“What?” The pitch of Cameron’s voice went up a notch. “Is this like your pre-cooking ritual? Do you do this often? Is this why your food is so orgasmic?”

“No,” Inda said.

“Because if it is, I’m tempted to let it happen,” Cameron said.

“No,” Nicholas said. “We don’t… That’s not… I was just being spontaneous. God, I’m so sorry.”

Inda seemed to notice me for the first time. Her eyes widened and she put a hand to her forehead. “Oh my god, Nick, she’s not alone.”

I put up a hand. “Hi.”

Cameron stepped down into the kitchen and I followed, standing beside her. “Right, you’re here. This is Jude Ellis. He’s—”

“I’m Cameron’s new personal security consultant.”

She whipped her head around to glare at me. “He’s doing a one-time security assessment.”

I just crossed my arms, my expression stony.

Cameron shook her head at me, then turned her attention back to her blushing chef and his wife. She flicked her hand toward a set of glass doors. “Go, finish.”

Nicholas and Inda glanced at each other. “What?” Nicholas asked.

“Go finish what you started,” Cameron said. “You don’t need to suffer blue balls on my account. Go have sex with your hot wife. Just do it in your own kitchen.”

“Cam, it’s fine,” Inda said.

Nicholas shot her a look of alarm.

“What?” Inda asked him, lowering her voice to a whisper. “You could keep going after this?”

“Are you kidding?” he asked, looking her up and down.

“Ugh, you’re both disgusting,” Cameron said. “Go have sex. I’m going to go bleach my eyeballs. You can make it up to me by baking one of those key lime things again. It’s been a long day and I’d sell a kidney for one of your magical treats.”

Inda opened her mouth as if to speak, but Cameron cut her off.

“Don’t even start with me about my meal plan, Inda. I just caught you banging against my kitchen island. I deserve sugar.”

Inda clicked her mouth closed and nodded.

“Get out of here, crazy kids.”

“But, your dinner?” Nicholas asked.

Cameron started to answer, but I cut her off again. “I’ll take care of it.”

She looked at me, her eyebrows winging up her forehead.

I pushed my cuffed sleeves over my elbows and went to the sink to wash my hands. Nicholas and Inda glanced at each other again, then crept out to the terrace through the glass door.

“What are you doing?” Cameron asked.

“Cooking you dinner.” I turned off the water and dried my hands on a towel.

The kitchen was spacious, with white marble counters, an ocean blue backsplash, and stained wood cabinets that matched her luxury beach hut vibe. Tropical potted plants added vibrant color, and it was no surprise that everything looked top of the line.