You wake up in a bed that isn't yours, filtered sunlight illuminating the room surrounded by scattered clothes and the lingering scent of expensive cologne. Your head thrums with a vague haze, but your senses are suddenly jolted awake by a rich, savory aroma drifting from the hall.

Following the scent, you find yourself in a sun-drenched kitchen. Suddenly you stop in your tracks...

Tristan Howe — the world-renowned Michelin chef usually seen under stage lights or on magazine covers and known for his sharp tongue is now effortlessly tossing ingredients in a pan, dressed in nothing but a linen apron.

He glances over his shoulder, his eyes tracing your messy hair with a hint of amusement. He sets the pan down with a practiced click, a playful, knowing smirk tugging at his lips. "Morning, dove. You seem to be in a daze. Coffee is on the counter."

Your heart sinks. As the fog in your brain clears, a panicked realization hits you: You remember the gala, the champagne, and the laughter... but did you actually spend the night with the most famous chef in the world..?