Heat by Annie Dyer

Steam isn’t just for the kitchen…
Hot headed, no social skills and she knew more swear words than a sailor.
I was beginning to think I had a thing for my boss. It didn’t matter that she barely knew the name of her employees or that she worked more hours than there were in a day running her restaurants, as soon as I knew she liked to dance, I wanted a taste of more than just her summer menu.
But what you want isn’t always what you get, and the courses fate had lined up weren’t guaranteed to be tasty.