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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
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1,616
Reviews:
4
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know Robbie Williams. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Cooking Up Love
DISCLAIMER - I Do not own nor have no affilliation with anyone Famous mentioned in this fic!!
Chapter One
"Fran, I heard about a job today at the office, it might be something you would be intersted in." Stella said to me as she took off her shoes.
"Really? What kind of job?" I asked. Stella had been my best friend since we were ten, fifteen years later we were still closer than sisters. She had moved to L.A. four years ago to become an actress, she still hadn't acheived stardom, but she did have a well paying job as a receptionist in a swanky office building. I had moved in with her six months ago, after I broke my engagement to Trevor. I had worked as a waitress for most of that time, but two weeks ago I quit. I was sick of mss gss grabbing my ass, whenever I went into the back rooms.
"Well I heard that some rich guy is looking for a cook. Pays well and you would have a place to live rent free." She told me.
"What? Why would I want to go be someone's live in servant. No way." I wasn't interested at all.
"Fran, you would be able to save up a lot of money for Greece, how hard of a job could it be? You cook all of our meals, you are the best cook I know. Better than a lot of trained chefs."
"Well, I do need a job, I could do it for a year and save up." Thinking about finally getting to Greece made the job tempting. My dream was to go to Greece for a year, rent a little house and write a book. I had been to Greece when I was 14, and I had always wanted to return. "Well, when are the interviews?" I asked.
Two days later I was nervously sitting in an office waiting for my interview. Everyone there was middle aged or older, I felt like I was wasting my time. I did have a secret weapon though. I had brought a few examples of my cooking in a heated picnic basket, along with plates, silverware and napkins. No one else came that prepared. I was the last person sitting in the office when my name was called, I picked up my basket and went into the office. There were two middle aged men and a young woman sitting at a large crencrence table.
"Francis Webber?" One man asked me. He introduced me to the other two and began to ask me some questions. "You don't have any experience or formal training?"
"Well, no formal training but I have a lot of experience, I think if you would be willing to try some of the things I prepared for today, you would be able to judge for yourself. I can do the whole spectrum of styles, Italian, Chinese, Japanese, Mexican, Greek and I specialize in low fat cooking." I began to hand out plates and napkins. I gave them each a small piece of grilled chicken, some grilled vegetables and some salad. I could tell they were surprised to be eating but they did try it and the food was gone in a few moments.
"Well Ms. Webber, the gentleman, you would be working for would require you to sign a confidentiality agreement. Would you be willing to do that?"
"Of course." My interest was peaked, what would this guy be up to that he needed contracts signed? The phone rang and the woman answered it spoke quietly for a few moments,
"He's here, I think Ms. Webber should meet him." I was slicing banana cream pie when the door opened. I was looking down at my task so I wouldn't make a mess when the woman introduced me. "This is Francis Webber, ere ere just interviewing her for Maggie's job." I looked up with my most professional smile and said,
"Nice to meet you." I was stunned, he was much taller than me, I was expecting some old man, but this was a young man, not much older than me. He was wearing sunglasses so I couldn't see his eyes and a hat pulled down over his hair. He smelled amazing. lt mlt myself becoming flustered, "Would you like to taste my pie... uh some pie?" Oh I was so going to lose this job.
"Sure." He was British and he had dimples, oh I was a sucker for dimples. As he reached for the plate, his shirt sleeve rode up and I saw he had a tattoo that said "Jack" on his wrist with a heart above it. I almost fainted. I knew that tattoo well, I should have recognized him right away. I really needed this job so I stayed as calm as I could. I pretended that it had no effect on me and handed him a fork to eat the pie with.
"So, do you know how to make tea?" I had only made tea from bags, I wasn't sure if he meant those or the kind brewed from leaves. I looked up, smiled and lied.
"Of course, my tea is better than my pie." He let out a huge smile. I began to pack up the picnic basket when I was asked if I could start on Monday. That was only four days away! "Of course."
"Well lets get the papers signed then."
Stella was waiting for me when I got home. "How'd it go." She asked me. I dropped my stuff and ran to the computer. As I waited for it to boot up I answered her.
"Fine, I got the job. I start Monday."
"Thats great, whats the pay?" It was almost double what I had made as a waitress, her jaw dropped. "You'll be in Greece before you know it. What are you doing?" She asked me as I stared intently at the screen. I opened a window and clicked on a picture to enlarge it.
"Oh my god." I said. There it was, the tattoo that said Jack with a heart above it.
"What?" Stella asked "Are you okay, you are so pale." She asked getting concerned.
"Stella, did you know who the job was for?" I asked.
"No. Why? Who is it?" I just pointed at the screen, I couldn't talk. "Holy Shit!" Stella said. "Are you kidding me?"
"No. I met him. He liked my banana cream pie." I answered.
"Robbie Williams?" Stella whispered it.u aru are so lucky." She screamed.
"Lucky? No I'm not! This is the w thi thing ever." I answered her.
"How could you say that? You have loved Robbie Williams for years."
"Yeah I know and thats the point. I have to work for him, I will be around him all the time. How am I going to concentrate on my job?" I was close to having a panic attack.
"Oh you should totally sleep with him." Stella said.
"What? I can't sleep with my boss. That is unethical."
"Well if I were you, I would screw his brains out." Stella said with ile.ile.
"Well I am not you, Stella." I went into my room and started to pack up my clothes. I was really worried about Monday.
It's a bit cheesy but keep in mind it was my first fic.
Chapter One
"Fran, I heard about a job today at the office, it might be something you would be intersted in." Stella said to me as she took off her shoes.
"Really? What kind of job?" I asked. Stella had been my best friend since we were ten, fifteen years later we were still closer than sisters. She had moved to L.A. four years ago to become an actress, she still hadn't acheived stardom, but she did have a well paying job as a receptionist in a swanky office building. I had moved in with her six months ago, after I broke my engagement to Trevor. I had worked as a waitress for most of that time, but two weeks ago I quit. I was sick of mss gss grabbing my ass, whenever I went into the back rooms.
"Well I heard that some rich guy is looking for a cook. Pays well and you would have a place to live rent free." She told me.
"What? Why would I want to go be someone's live in servant. No way." I wasn't interested at all.
"Fran, you would be able to save up a lot of money for Greece, how hard of a job could it be? You cook all of our meals, you are the best cook I know. Better than a lot of trained chefs."
"Well, I do need a job, I could do it for a year and save up." Thinking about finally getting to Greece made the job tempting. My dream was to go to Greece for a year, rent a little house and write a book. I had been to Greece when I was 14, and I had always wanted to return. "Well, when are the interviews?" I asked.
Two days later I was nervously sitting in an office waiting for my interview. Everyone there was middle aged or older, I felt like I was wasting my time. I did have a secret weapon though. I had brought a few examples of my cooking in a heated picnic basket, along with plates, silverware and napkins. No one else came that prepared. I was the last person sitting in the office when my name was called, I picked up my basket and went into the office. There were two middle aged men and a young woman sitting at a large crencrence table.
"Francis Webber?" One man asked me. He introduced me to the other two and began to ask me some questions. "You don't have any experience or formal training?"
"Well, no formal training but I have a lot of experience, I think if you would be willing to try some of the things I prepared for today, you would be able to judge for yourself. I can do the whole spectrum of styles, Italian, Chinese, Japanese, Mexican, Greek and I specialize in low fat cooking." I began to hand out plates and napkins. I gave them each a small piece of grilled chicken, some grilled vegetables and some salad. I could tell they were surprised to be eating but they did try it and the food was gone in a few moments.
"Well Ms. Webber, the gentleman, you would be working for would require you to sign a confidentiality agreement. Would you be willing to do that?"
"Of course." My interest was peaked, what would this guy be up to that he needed contracts signed? The phone rang and the woman answered it spoke quietly for a few moments,
"He's here, I think Ms. Webber should meet him." I was slicing banana cream pie when the door opened. I was looking down at my task so I wouldn't make a mess when the woman introduced me. "This is Francis Webber, ere ere just interviewing her for Maggie's job." I looked up with my most professional smile and said,
"Nice to meet you." I was stunned, he was much taller than me, I was expecting some old man, but this was a young man, not much older than me. He was wearing sunglasses so I couldn't see his eyes and a hat pulled down over his hair. He smelled amazing. lt mlt myself becoming flustered, "Would you like to taste my pie... uh some pie?" Oh I was so going to lose this job.
"Sure." He was British and he had dimples, oh I was a sucker for dimples. As he reached for the plate, his shirt sleeve rode up and I saw he had a tattoo that said "Jack" on his wrist with a heart above it. I almost fainted. I knew that tattoo well, I should have recognized him right away. I really needed this job so I stayed as calm as I could. I pretended that it had no effect on me and handed him a fork to eat the pie with.
"So, do you know how to make tea?" I had only made tea from bags, I wasn't sure if he meant those or the kind brewed from leaves. I looked up, smiled and lied.
"Of course, my tea is better than my pie." He let out a huge smile. I began to pack up the picnic basket when I was asked if I could start on Monday. That was only four days away! "Of course."
"Well lets get the papers signed then."
Stella was waiting for me when I got home. "How'd it go." She asked me. I dropped my stuff and ran to the computer. As I waited for it to boot up I answered her.
"Fine, I got the job. I start Monday."
"Thats great, whats the pay?" It was almost double what I had made as a waitress, her jaw dropped. "You'll be in Greece before you know it. What are you doing?" She asked me as I stared intently at the screen. I opened a window and clicked on a picture to enlarge it.
"Oh my god." I said. There it was, the tattoo that said Jack with a heart above it.
"What?" Stella asked "Are you okay, you are so pale." She asked getting concerned.
"Stella, did you know who the job was for?" I asked.
"No. Why? Who is it?" I just pointed at the screen, I couldn't talk. "Holy Shit!" Stella said. "Are you kidding me?"
"No. I met him. He liked my banana cream pie." I answered.
"Robbie Williams?" Stella whispered it.u aru are so lucky." She screamed.
"Lucky? No I'm not! This is the w thi thing ever." I answered her.
"How could you say that? You have loved Robbie Williams for years."
"Yeah I know and thats the point. I have to work for him, I will be around him all the time. How am I going to concentrate on my job?" I was close to having a panic attack.
"Oh you should totally sleep with him." Stella said.
"What? I can't sleep with my boss. That is unethical."
"Well if I were you, I would screw his brains out." Stella said with ile.ile.
"Well I am not you, Stella." I went into my room and started to pack up my clothes. I was really worried about Monday.
It's a bit cheesy but keep in mind it was my first fic.