edge of the bathroom gla

and letting her gaze roam over his naked body, sending

h... here."

ainst him. She took the t-shirt from his hand, her fingers lingeri

his eyes, the way h

er lips. She turned her back on him, with a slow, delib

let out a d

yes followed her every move until it landed on her pointed boobs. his brain screamed at him to turn around, but the goddess in front of him had his body reacting diff

ice low, "I know you're i

oing my job." she

liding two of her fingers

let out a m

ursed with h

mumbling a prayer or a curse th

knuckles turned white as he grippe

umbled, his pride

llowed by his oversized T-shirt that stopped right before her knees. She looked

as silence settled between th

pent five years perfecting my discipline. And my company was built on the idea that men

retching her arms until the hem of her s

lat stomach as it let out a faint, cry. "Your backstory isn't g

h his hair. "I have a private kitchen in here. But the

Then make me something." sh

ha

w how to cook, or if you all just pay your wa

e me someth

her. "I'm a CEO,

dare touch a pan, we'll both die in here." She buried her face in the d

he grumbled. "I'm dying in here." She cried from

s just basic cooking right? he

everything looking foreign. He had a YouTube tutorial of how to make sc

he placed the p

..." he

inching when a piece of th

called out, dripping with mockery. "Or sh

r." Julian snapped. Ready to sea

OM

as the oil hit the h

ext as it echoed through the suite, followe

the bed alarmed, she

ke filled the air, curling toward the ceiling, and triggering the silent alarm light on

, now waving a napkin at the flames. "It did

econd, and silence returned to the kitchen, save for

didn't you?" Thalia asked, staring

iliated. "The tutorial didn't specify the temperature, it only s

he counter for support. "You'd set us on fire ju

ungrat

halia replie

wipe a stray bit of egg from his cheek, her

over from here before you burn down

ping to her lips. "I thought you said

mirked,