Thread: The Chef and The Gangster (Garnet x Dake21)

Anna flinched at the sick crack of skull on iron but didnt soften her glare. With her legs parted firmly planted on the ground, pan raised and deadly look on her face, she certainly looked ready to kill. She wasn't a pushover after All being such a young head chef and being trained in such a ruthless set of kitchens and she wasn't going to allow someone to be killed in front of her. Not without a fight. She didn't realise she was shaking till the other man had been flung over on to the ground. A trembling sigh of relief escaped her when the man hauled the other up and dragged him away like a sack of potatoes. Anna couldn't help but flinch as the man yelled back at them wishing she had covered her face before running out of the kitchen. The blondes heart was hammering as she finally lowered the pan looking at the injured man in front of her. He was taller than her easily and much...much stronger. Those muscles looked rock hard but she forced herself to stop that train of thought immediately. The stress from the grand opening had left her a little pent up. But this man however attractive was still injured and needed medical attention soon. That was what she told herself but when he turned round, Anna felt the heat rush to her cheeks. Tabbed skin, long sleek hair with red tips and that perfect jaw. He really was handsome. H-huh? I'm sorry asre you okay? Please I've got a kitchen here and a first aid kit. said Anna after letting out a frightened squeak when he turned and snapped at her looking confused and suspicious of her. But that was all the hesitation she had shown before the busty chef had walked right up to him. All her fear was gone and she was back to being the no nonsense ruler of her kitchen she was when she picked up that pan. Her hand gently rested on his stomach careful not to hurt him while her arm wrapped around his waist from the side. He would be able to feel the swell of her breasts against his side and her plump hip against him. Then suddenly she was walking sideways and bringing him along with her surprisingly strong and at an angle that was hard to resist against when he was so beat up. You can sit at the middle counter top okay? she said letting him go when they were inside. If he had put up a fight, Anna was too much in her own mind to acknowledge it. Just like when she had a complicated dish, all the steps for treating him were laid out in her mind. The blonde came back from a storage room with a large first aid kit plinking it on the counter She told him to sit at. All around them were the dim shine of chrome and metal from the appliances and counter tops. Listen I can give you first aid but should I call the police for you? Or an ambulance or both? They didn't take anything valuable did they? asked the chef handing him an antiseptic wipe. You should take your shirt off. I'm trained in first aid so I'll check your back. There's painkillers too and a couple heat packs. You're not feeling dizzy or nauseous? asked Anna ready to move round to his back standing with her hand on her hip waiting for him to strip. Her demeanor was strangely gentle but everything she said was very clearly an order with and underlying hint of a threat if he didn't do as told. Anna didn't tolerate disobedience. I'm Anna. she said with a half almost cheeky grin. Now that she was standing still, he could see her curvaceous figure and those watchful blue eyes meeting his directly while she waited for him. Her hair was loose hanging past her shoulders and her chef's jacket was a bit crumpled and splattered with a few dots here and there. She was tired but wasn't wilting with fatigue just yet and her cheeks and lips were slightly linked from the cold outside.