Gone with the Love​

Summary

For five years, our secret affair as boss and employee unfolded, every morning I'd rise at six, concocting his favorite dishes with an almost obsessive dedication. Curry had to shed a touch of its fieriness, greens needed to retain their perfect crispness, and beef, always, had to be stewed to melt-in-your-mouth tenderness. I even bought a kitchen timer, just to nail the cooking times with pinpoint accuracy. My boyfriend claimed the company strictly forbade office romances, demanding discretion, so each day I'd ask the cafeteria lady to pass him his lunchbox.