Chapter 12

Since rushing up the stairs with an injured child was not advisable, I left Ruby on the couch and found my way to the upper floor to find out what could have warranted my name being shouted the way it was.

“Miss Sands! Fucking come up here this minute!”

Uh...okay? Now I am more than curious.

And that made me hurry my steps. I skipped some of the stairs to that effect.

“Miss Sands...” The man in front of me was very, very angry and... covered in flour and egg yolk!

It took every inch of self-control in me to not burst into laughter at the sight of my employer.

From the top of his head to his face, he was covered in the whiteness of flour and some drippings of yellow decorated him here and there. The gooey part of the egg trickled down his chest which he had somehow managed to make bare in barely a minute after walking out on me and his daughter.

The strange thing was that he looked sexier.

How on earth does one still manage to have