Leaning over, he put his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath through his guffawing. “Maldita chica, te llevaré a donde quieras ir.” [Damn girl, I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.]

I felt strong hands on my shoulders and Zach pulled me back. The smirk he was wearing earlier was gone. Clear irritation was written all over his face. The chef straightened up and looked at him for a moment before chuckling.

“A couple specials, coming up! I can’t make a beautiful woman pay, ...