The smell of fresh baked bread and cinnamon rolls hits me all at once.
“Oh my God.” I take a second sniff. “That smells amazing.”
His grin widens as he grabs my hand and pulls me inside. We walk through a semi-lit hallway before it opens into a massive kitchen with state-of-the-art everything.
“Bonjour!”A man wearing a white chef’s outfit waves his knife in the air.
“Tell me that’s not who I think it is.” I pull Cal back a step.
“Surprise.” He grins.
“You’re Alana?” Chef Gabriel asks with a hint of a French accent. He wipes the flour off his hand with a towel before offering me it to shake. His smile is even brighter in person than it is on those TV shows he guest stars on, making him look much more approachable than what would be expected of someone who gets paid to yell at bakers and critique their skills.
“Hi,” I squeak as I grab on to his hand.
Oh my God. You’re shaking hands with the Chocolate King.
My hand trembles in his, which he doesn’t comment on. I never thought I would be the kind of girl who would get starstruck, but here I am with my heart pounding in my chest and my palm sweating as I stand before the man whose career I have followed since I was in high school.
Chef lets go of my hand. “Cal has told me all about your love for baking.”
“He has?” My voice hits the highest pitch ever.
“Yes. He and I thought it would be fun if we made his birthday cakes together.”
I blink twice. “I’m sorry. Did you say cakes? As in plural?”
Cal coughs in a poor attempt to cover up his laugh.
“Yes. Cakes.” He emphasizes thessound with a grin. “I was supposed to teach you one of my recipes, but once I spoke to Cal about his favorite sweets of yours, I thought we could swap recipes. I’ve been told your tres leches cake is to die for.”
I shoot Cal a look over my shoulder. “I didn’t realize you and Cal knew each other.”
Cal shrugs. “We produce his show.”
“Of course you do.” Is anything in the world safe from the Kane Company and their influence?
Who are you to complain? Now you get to spend the day with the Chocolate King!
Chef Gabriel shoots me a small smile. “Shall we get started? I have a plane to catch this evening and Cal told me you have a dinner to attend.”
“Sure. Yes!” I take a few hesitant steps toward the metal counter.
“Cami and I are going to go work on decorating some sugar cookies and cupcakes for Rowan’s buddies’ team meeting tomorrow.” Cal kisses my cheek.
Cami hands me my phone before reaching up and clasping Cal’s hand. The two of them walk to the other side of the warehouse, where a few employees stand by with trays of cookies, cupcakes, and decorating supplies.
“Are you ready to get started?” Chef claps his hands together.
“Yes, Chef.”
He chuckles. “Please call me Gabriel.”
I spare a glance toward Cal and mouthoh my God. His smile widens before he turns back to Cami, who is already dipping her fingers into the frosting bowl. She looks up at him with wide eyes and parted lips, only to break out into a smile when Cal swipes his finger against the side of the bowl too.
Those two are way too similar for my liking.
Liar.