All Is Fair In Food and War

<p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>It all started with a competition.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>If he won I'd agree to go on a date with him.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>If I won he'd leave me alone.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Miles Sexton was the kind of guy I avoided at all costs. The man's confidence and good looks screamed heartbreaker and I'd had enough of that for a lifetime..</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But it wasn't easy to avoid someone when they parked their food truck right outside the upscale restaurant you worked at as the executive chef. Or when they constantly came in asking to borrow ingredients because they failed to be prepared.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Miles got under my skin in more ways than I could count so when he proposed the stupid cook-off I figured it would be an easy way to get rid of him. Quick. Easy. Done.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But luck wasn't on my side when my nosey boss found out about it and offered to not only host the event but to let him work there every day to prepare for it.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Having Miles constantly in my space was even harder than I imagined. It was more than the heat in the kitchen that set things ablaze between us. There was a chemistry there sizzling beneath the surface ready to explode.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>With my reputation at stake and a heart to protect I couldn't afford to lose.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>May the best chef win!</span></p>