My head hurt. Like really bad.

It was throbbing, pounding just like a chef's knife while it chops something. Could this day be over please?

I'll probably step on dog's poop on my way home. That's all I need to make this the worst day ever. And I probably just jinxed myself.

"Bloody hell Bryan," a male's voice with a British accent said. "Do you need to barge out of the room in such a dramatic manner every single time?"

"What the fuck are you talking about? It was an accident!" The second voice sounded deeper than the first.

"Well you almost killed the girl!"

"She's breathing, isn't she? Stop being such a girl, dude."

"She can sue us!"

"For fuck's sake, Tom. Grow a pair, would you?"

Tom? As in chef Tom Simmons?

I kind of wanted to open my eyes, but my eyelids still felt too heavy and I was curious to hear more.

"I think we should offer her a job."

A job? As what?

"On what ground?"

"Well, first, you smashed a door against her, so I rather have her on our side. Can you imagine the backlash from the press? And second, she looks nice and from what I can see in her application, she seems responsible. Just what we need for an assistant."

Steps sounded on the background. Someone was pacing around the room. "Last week you said that Nadia was the girl for the job."

Tom, I supposed, sighed. "She hates it. And she's not good at it either. Plus, she's all over my case and I think that it would be better if she left." Someone chuckled and I could swear it was the man with the rough voice. "We need an assistant now," the first guy trailed.

I heard footfalls and their voices were much closer now. "I don't know man."

"She looks qualified."

"Based on what?"

"She's pretty."

"Oh well, let's fucking hire her right now, then." The guy with the dark voice added sarcastically.

"Plus, she has small boobs."

What the hell?

"What the fuck, Tom! When has the size of someone's boobs been important?"

"Nadia will notice."

I willed my eyes to open and they started to flutter, but it was like a huge effort do so. With the back of my palm, I rubbed my eyes before opening them completely. And I stared like an idiot at the pair of people in front of me.

My eyes widened and I couldn't utter a single word.

Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh. My God.

Chef Tom freaking Simmons was right in front of me. He looked a tad thinner than in TV, but his caramel eyes looked as warm as through the screen. He had shorter hair now, and it looked darker too.

"Pfft... she's already having a groupie moment. She's so not the girl for this job." My eyes slid to the other man beside my idol and I instantly knew who was the owner of the dark voice.

Damn. Not only did he have a nice tone of voice, but he was actually handsome. His whole frame was larger than Tom's, and his eyes were narrowed as he studied me. The dark brown hair and sea green eyes were a great match.

"I'm not a groupie." I pinched the bridge of my nose while the guy raised an eyebrow. And he looked hotter. Creasing my brows, I turned to Tom. "What happened?" I gently rubbed a finger on the sore spot on my forehead.

He stared pointedly at the hottie before reaching out his hand. "Hi." Tom took a step forward, "I'm Tom, and this is Bryan." He slapped Bryan on the stomach. "The idiot who opened the door and hit you."

Bryan rolled his eyes at Tom.

"I'm Jessica." I winced as my head still throbbed.

"How do you feel, Jessica? Does it hurt badly? Should we take you to a hospital? Maybe─"

"I'm okay. Thanks."

His lips tugged up. "Would you like to continue with the interview, then?" He asked taking another step closer to me.

Taken aback, I stared at him. "I didn't realize that I was in an interview."

Tom crossed his arms. "You're perfect for the job."

I glanced at Bryan, who was scowling at Tom. "What job? I thought this was an interview for the cooking school?"

Tom frowned and for a moment I freaked out because I was being offered a job and I just lost mine. Who the hell cares about the cooking school? I needed the money.

Bryan groaned before shaking his head and leaving the room. Before he left, he snatched away the papers Tom had in his hands. I followed him with my eyes until he closed the door with a bang.

Tom sighed and crossed his arms. "Don't mind him. Bryan is melodramatic." He shook his head. "So, I read your application and you seem like a hard-working girl. We need someone like you. Would you be interested in working as an assistant?" His smile seemed somewhat forced. He was desperate, all right.

My brows furrowed. This Tom was so different from the guy on the screen. He always seemed confident and fun. This man in front of me didn't look either.

"You're applying for the school?" He prodded again.

I nodded, eying the only door on the other side of the room, wondering if I could out-run him. He didn't look too athletic, to be honest.

He leaned on the table, but his right foot kept taping against the floor. "What's your full name?"

"Jessica Summers."

Nodding, he raised a palm. "Hold on." He walked out of the room, shouting at his friend.

Oh my gosh. I'm talking to Tom Simmons. The Tom Simmons Juno and I fangirl like school girls.

He wants me to be his assistant? I pinched myself. My arm hurt. I'm not dreaming. This is actually happening. He also said my boobs are small-which is true, but so not the point-but the job. I could use the money.

Tom walked back inside with the other guy behind him. He was now holding a piece of paper in his hand. Still looking at it, he rubbed the back of his neck as he asked me, "You wanted to train in the kitchen?"

I noticed the past tense in the whole sentence.

Stupid, stupid Jessica.

I was about to leave without a job and without the training that I came for.

I cleared my throat as Bryan stared at me. Still scowling, may I add. I rubbed my sweaty palms on my jeans. "Well, yeah, I'd still like to have that opportunity, if it's possible," I trailed unsure.

Tom looked up before placing the paper on the table. "We could work that out, right Bryan?"

Bryan just growled in response.

Tom leaned on the edge of the table as he looked at me. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes before pressing his lips. He stood up straighter and started to pace the room.

"I noticed you don't have a criminal record. Have you participated in anything that might be considered illegal?"

Oh man. Here we go. This whole program was created to reintegrate delinquents into society and I was blank. I didn't know what to say, but I needed to say something.

Swallowing hard, I shook my head. My mind raced through memories trying to find something that could be considered illegal.

"I cheated on my math test on 11th grade!" I finally said. "I didn't know the answer and Stacy, who was in front of me and was a total geek had already solved the paper, so I peeked on her test and copied the whole thing." I grimaced and looked down for a second. "But that was a onetime only," I added hurriedly as I glanced up.

Tom lips twitched. I gazed at Bryan, who wasn't scowling anymore, and a faint smirk played on his face as he crossed his arms and leaned on the door frame.

My shoulders slumped and my cheeks felt on fire. That was really lame, but that was all I had.

Since Mom had a lot on her mind, I never wanted to worry her, or do anything that might cause her more stress. She had a lot on her hands already.

Embarrassed, I sighed before standing up. "Thank you for your time."

"Where are you going?" Bryan asked amused.

"I thought-"

Bryan pulled from the door. His gaze was stern. "We are offering you the job and," he stressed the last word, "we could let you take the cooking classes as long as you help clean the kitchen afterward."

My heart started to pump faster as I thought it through. I'd be an idiot if I didn't take it. A job and training? This was indeed a life opportunity. Also, cleaning the kitchen couldn't be worse than cleaning toilets.

"What else would I have to do?"

"Well," Tom cut in, "you would have to manage both our schedules and help us plan and gather the other chef's as well as planning all the things concerning to the training." He shrugged, "you know, talking to suppliers and stuff like that."

Before I could say anything, the door opened abruptly. The front-desk girl appeared, and she didn't look happy.

"Tom!"

He winced before narrowing his eyes at Bryan, who had a full-on smirk right now.

"What's going on, sweetie?" His tone was sickly sweet, but it sounded kind of cute with that British accent of his. By the looks of it, that was Nadia, his girlfriend. He grabbed her by the arm, whispering something in her ear. He pulled her out of the room, but not without turning to glare at Bryan who was smiling at him.

As soon as they left, Bryan turned to me. "So?Are you in?"

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