"Alright, today we will be learning about soups, stocks and sauces. Any volunteers to read the recipe's for today and organise treys?" Looking up from my work bench, I see my culinary teacher Russel Everton.

He's roughly six foot, well groomed, salt and peppered, connecting beard and moustache, his fairly full lips visible between the facial hair, his deep blue eyes dart across the room, connecting with mine for a moment as he speaks.

His chef uniform holds his figure so teasingly, outlining his broad shoulders, and what I could only imagine to be, a chiseled abdomen.

I scan the room quickly, seeing two boys Ian and Esther volunteering to organise the ingredients into treys.

Slowly, I make my way toward the front, wanting to get a copy of the recipes. Even though I don't have to really talk to him in order to get the recipes, since they are in his bench, I still can't help the butterflies in my stomach and the increase of my heartbeat, knowing I'll be so close to him.

"Good morning Kara, how are you today?" My cheeks instantly flush with blood from the sound of his handsome British accent.

"Good chef, and you?" My response was quick and a little rushed, as the longer I'm in his presence, the more of a nervous wreck I become. I lock eyes with him, long enough to see that wonderful, slightly mischievous smile.

"Your cheeks are always so red." Surprise, by the words he spoke so softly to me, my gaze snaps back up to meet his, which are shining with amusement.

I contemplate my response, wondering if he was intending to flirt with me by that comment, and ultimately decide that, in order to find out, I would have to subtly flirt back, which even the thought, sent my heart into a frenzy.

"Only seems to happen in this class." I try to play off my comment, a small smirk on my lips as I see a glimpse of unexpectedness cross his face, along with what seems to me, like recognition and eagerness.

I watch him, as he steps one step closer to me, to the side of his bench. He places his hand next to mine on his bench, and I can't help the shivers that's erupt throughout my body from his pinky grazing my finger ever so softly.

"I wonder why that is..." trailing off, he glanced at our hands before hooking his pinky around mine, only for a moment. although the class is pre-occupied, he and I both know that lines are already being blurred by our small interaction.

He looks at me,

"Any ideas why?" A small smirk is tugging at his lips. My cheeks flush red once more. He just chuckles softly.

"See, now it's happening again." I can't help the smile that forms on my lips from his teasing.

"Well, maybe you should do the math. What's the common denominator." He gives a more verbal laugh this time, catching a couple of glances, but we aren't doing anything to blur the lines right now.

"Touché" I smile rather triumphantly, knowing I had succeeded with not stating why, but giving enough of a hint that he understands.

"We might have to continue this conversation after class." He chuckles, which I assume is to do with my cheeks flushing again.

I smile, and walk over to my bench, which I always make sure is the one closest to to his, as I walk away I can feel his eyes on me, wanting to distract myself and calm my body down, I try to focus on the recipe in front of me.

Throughout the class, Chef Russel came over to me a few times, saying he wanted to check on the progress of the class by walking around, although with the fact he kept migrating over to me, it make me second guess his excuse.

As we finish our dishes to present to Chef Russel, I can feel my nerves increase once more, it's not long until I am standing in front of him again, with my dish. He takes a look at my plating, impressed with it, he then tries my dish.

"Your food is always my favourite." My body shivers from his husky tone.

"See now you're doing it on purpose." My cheeks red, he gives a more hearty laugh, but doesn't deny it, as I take my dish back to my bench.

It doesn't take too much longer, for everyone else to present their dishes, and soon we find ourselves packing up. I wasn't entirely sure if he was serious about continuing the conversation until I hear his voice calling my name to stay back. I stop, and turn to him. There is an impatient look in his eyes as he watches the rest of my class leave the room.

That's when the butterflies start all over again, just like this morning. There is something truly glorious about the way my name rolls off his tongue.

As the last student leaves the room, I watch Chef Russel close and lock the door, before doing a quick scan of the windows, he ushers me to the small corridor inside our classroom, where you access the cool rooms.

Once there, he turns to me with that wonderful smile.

"So I've done the equation you gave me, and I think I know the answer." A small smirk is playing on his lips, as I step back until I'm met by the cool cement wall next to the cool room door, he follows my movements, until he's only a few inches away from me, I can feel the heat resonating off his body.

"Well then, what's the answer?" He smiles, tucks a strain of loose hair, behind my ear, before cupping my cheek with his large, hot hand.

My heart is beating a thousand miles and hour, and my breath hitches as my stomach tightens, thinking about what he may potentially be leading too with his touches. Without much more time to contemplate, I feel his gorgeous soft but firm lips against mine, and as if he's just let all the butterflies loose, I feel my knees going weak from the want and anticipation of his lips against mine.

My arms wrap to the back of his neck, as his wrap around my torso, lifting me up, I wrap my legs around his waist. He presses my back against the wall once more, to stabilise us. All the while, he deepens the kiss, roaming freely with his tongue, around my mouth and massaging my tongue with his.

It is as if, the build up of the emotional and sexual chemistry between us to over the last year, has erupted into this kiss. He gracefully moves his lips from mine, to trailing short kisses down my neck, making me ache for more of his touch. I find myself running my fingers through his hair, gripping his hair slightly, when his hot kisses become too much.

"Ru-Russel" I manage to choke out, his lips leave my skin, he looks eyes with me, I can see some worry in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I just think we should probably leave the college before we end up in an awkward situation with your co-workers" He chuckles, that wonderful lively twinkle in his eyes again. Leaning forward, he plants a sweet kiss on my forehead.

"Go get changed out of your chef uniform and meet me at level 2 parking lot. I'll wait for you at the lifts." I blush as I unwrap my legs from his waist, and nod my head at his instructions.

"Not that I need confirmation about this, but, your blushing again. I definitely know I got it right." I give a soft laugh but playfully whack his chest, earning myself another wonderful hearty laugh.

"I'll see you in a bit." He winks, before walking to his desk, collecting his things.

It takes me a minute to compose myself, before walking out of the room and down to the lockers, with so much adrenaline running through my body, I fumble for my locker keys momentarily. As soon as I have it open, I start to strip from my chef uniform, changing into the grey mid drift jumper over my sports bra, and my dark green tight shorts, pairing them with my black and grey Nike air max.

Packing my uniform into my bag as quickly as I can, I take a glance at the mirror on my way out, pulling my elastic out of my fire-engine red hair, and loosening my curls, before exiting the lockers with my bag slung over one shoulder.

I can't help but blush, as I round the corner to elevator. He glances at me, I take the time I have while approaching him, to look his over. He's got a plane black T-short that does the same teasing as his chef shirt. He's got black faded denim jeans, with some black shoes to complement his outfit.

He smiles, holding the elevator door open for me. I smile back, walking in first.

"You were quick." Those words leave his lips as soon as the lift doors close.

"It doesn't take me long to get changed." He gives a light laugh, before closing the small distance between us. His arms, wrapping around mine, bring my back into his chest.

"You look beautiful." I can't help the smile on my face, as I hear the sincerity in his voice.

I turn in his arms, looking into his eyes, I let my hand travel up from its position in his chest, to cup his cheek, before going on tip toes to press my lips gently to his in a short, sweet kiss.

I can feel him smile into our small kiss.

"If I knew that all it would take, was to tease you about blushing, I would have done it sooner." I give a laugh, and just in time, the elevator door opens to level 2 parking.

I'm surprised to feel his warm hand taking hold of mine, as he leads me toward his car. It's a black Jeep wrangler 2021 edition.

He unlocks the car as we approach it. Standing before the passenger door, I turn to him biting my lip. He chuckles and approaches.

"Something wrong?" I sigh, feeling my cheeks go red again.

"How am I meant to get into that? I'm not exactly tall." Whatever resistance I was pulling off to keep my blushing at bay, went out the window when he gave me his full blown laugh.

"Our your foot on the metal step under the door, if you can't reach, I'll pick you up and put you in there." I blush even more at the thought of him carrying me.

"I think I can reach it on my own." He chuckles again and walks over to the drivers side, hopping into the seat, he reaches out his hand for me to grab hold of while I'm climbing in. It may not have been my most graceful moment, but I made it into the car.

I expected him to move his hand from mine once I was on, but instead, he put his seat belt on with his free hand and started the car whilst holding my hand. I followed his actions, putting my seatbelt on with my free hand as we exit.

"How far are we from your place?" He asks as we drive.

"Half an hour." I state. He nods.

"I live an hour away, so should we put your address into the GPS?" I think for a moment, having not long moved to my address, I'm trying to remember what state I left it in.

"Okay, sure." He smiles and turns on his GPS for me enter the address.

"Will your mum be okay watching your son a little longer?" I smile, at not only the mention of my beautiful son, but also at the fact that he asked.

"She will be fine, my sister will be there soon to help her." He smiles, before bringing my hand up to his lips, planting a sweet kiss on the back of my hand.

"What about your kids? Aren't you having to pick them up from school soon?" He shakes his head.

"The eldest, he makes his own way home. And their mum is having them tonight so she will be picking up my daughter." I nod my head.

"If you want, I could see if they can watch my boy over night... that way, you don't have to spend the night alone." He gives me one of those cheeky smiles.

"Are you asking me to spend the night with you?" I blush, but give him a playful pout.

"You saying it like that makes me sound cheap." He gives a small chuckle.

"You're not cheap. I know that, you're amazing. I've pinched myself a couple of times to make sure I'm not dreaming." I smile at his sweet words.

"Also, I would definitely love to spend the night."

We settle into a comfortable silence as I message my mother who is watching over my son right now, as well as continuing on toward my house. It doesn't feel like much more time passes, and we arrive driving into my garage. I blush as I see the amount of half unpacked poxes I've left in the garage.

"Recently moved in?" I blush at the amused tone in his voice.

"Yes actually. I move in two days ago." He smiles and cuts the engine off, before leaning over and kisses me sweetly.

"You can give me a tour." I laugh softly at his comment.

"Of course, although it's pretty bare." He smiles and shrugs, before opening his door and hopping out of the car.

I unbuckle and place my feet on the metal step I had used to get into the car. By this point he has already come to my side, he walks between my legs, my body shivers from the touch of his hands on my legs, as he makes me wrap my legs around his waist. Once they are sure, in one swift movement, he has me in his arms, and out of the truck. Of course, with the proximity of our faces, I couldn't help but let my lips find their place on his, which I know he enjoyed since his grab around the back of my knee tightened slightly as he kisses me back.

I feel him walking as we kiss, and it's not long before I can feel him finding his footing up the step to the entry of my house from the garage. The first room you come to is the kitchen, which I know we've walked into, when I feel the cool bench underneath me, his lips, are still on mine as his tongue fights for dominance.

We are brought back to reality by my phone chiming. He breaks his lips from mine but continues to place hot kisses on my neck while I glance at my phone, reading a text confirming my son will be watched by his Nanna for the night.

"Russel." He gives a soft hum before detaching his lips from my skin.

"They're going to watch my son for the night." He smiles and nods, leaning in, whilst tucking a hair behind my ear, he kisses me more sweetly this time.

"Tour time?" He asks with a sheepish grin. I smile and nod, taking his outstretched hand, and getting off the bench.

I lead him around the kitchen, before entering the next room which is the living room, furnished with a light grey carpet, and black couch, a circular glass table and the tv mounted above a fire place.

The corridor off the living room, leads to three bedrooms, one being my sons, another, currently being a play room, and the last one mine. The only other room down the corridor is the bathroom.

I lead him towards the bedrooms, my sons room has his name in blue lettering on the door, the play room has a wooden train on the door. Leaving my room and the bathroom, unmarked.

I open the bathroom door, so he knows which door it is behind. He glanced at the room, then looks at my bedroom door, before looking at me.

"Your room?" He asks, gesturing to my door. I nod my head, and open the door.

He walks in, after glancing at me for confirmation. In the centre of my room is my bed, to the left of the door is my ensuite and to the right is a built in wardrobe, with mirror doors, there is also a tv mounted on the wall, facing the bed.

"For someone who moved in two days ago, you've managed to get a lot done." I smile, walking in after him.

"I've two older brothers who helped me, and my sister has been watching Henry so I can do what's needs to be done." He nods his head, moving to me, he wraps his arms around me.

"The fact that you've been trying to do this while working, looking after your son and going to college, is mind blowing, I hope that you know you're an amazing person, and an amazing mother." I blush, turning in his arms I wrap mine around him, bringing him into a hug while my head rests in his chest.

"The way you react to my compliments, makes me think you don't get as many as you should." I look up at him.

"It's not that, it's just..." he lifts my gaze as swiftly as I had dropped it, with his warm strong finger, under my chin.

"Just what?" He asks softly.

"I think very highly of you... and some days it doesn't feel like I'm an amazing person or mother, so to hear you say that, it means a lot to me." He smiles and cups my cheeks, before kissing my forehead.

"Come on, how about I make you dinner?" I smile at his gesture and nod my head, holding his hand and letting him lead me back to my kitchen.

"Sit." I roll my eyes with a smile, and sit on one of the stools at the island in my kitchen.

I watch, with a small smile as he walks around my kitchen, trying to find ingredients and utensils to use for dinner. It doesn't take him too long to adapt to my kitchen, I suppose it's a perk of working in kitchens, you continuously have to get use to new set ups. I watch as he skilfully cuts up some fresh produce like onions and some herbs. I'm not going to lie, watching how in control and confident he is when he's cooking, is a turn on.

It doesn't take long until he has a plate for himself and a plate for me. His food looks and smells delicious, I don't even ask what it is, trusting in his abilities to cook, I just take a mouthful, which of course, doesn't disappoint.

He sits with me and eats his plate of food next to me. About half an hour passes and we've finished our food, enjoying each other's company.

"Did you want to have a shower?" he smiles and nods.

"Sounds like a good idea." I smile at his response. I put my hand out for his, and lead him to my room, I pull out an old pair of tracksuit pants from my wardrobe that my brother left the last time he stayed the night.

"I don't think I have a t-shirt. This is all I have." He smiles and takes them from me.

"That's fine, I've got a singlet under this shirt, I'll just wear that." I nod and watch as he walks into my ensuite, I follow him in, pulling out a couple of towels from the cupboard under the sink.

My back is turned to him, and I can hear him starting the water as I organise some things for his shower, including a spare unused tooth brush I had stored away. While I'm making a neat pile of things for him, I feel his arms snake around my waist, I glance at his arms and see he's not got a t-shirt on. I turn in his arms, letting my hands run up and down his chest before bringing them to the back of his neck, waiting for him to lean the distance down, which he does, to connect our lips.

"I should probably have this shower." I hum in response to his comment, as his lips continue to leave a hot trail down my neck and collar bone.

"You could join me." I blush at the thought of being in the shower with hun, no clothes, his body against mine.

"I-I don't know..." considering the fact that whatever this is, hasn't been defined and has only really started today, I'm not sure if I should give in to this temptation.

"If I'm moving too fast, I get it. But I want you to know, I don't just want you for sex. The sex is a bonus. Simply put, I want everything with you." I can't help the blood that rushes straight back to my cheeks.

"So, if I step into this shower with you, and things happen, you're not just going to up and go, and pretend this never happened?" I see a slightly hurt expression cross his face, he sighs and leans his head on mine.

"I don't know what sort of shitty men you've been with before, but I promise you, I am not one of them." I close my eyes for a moment, an attempt to calm my heart, and time to process what he has just said.