Barely thirty minutes after Anne stepped into the kitchen, it became totally chaotic.
She almost set the kitchen on fire too.
Daemon who had been sitting merely to observe suddenly stood up to rescue his kitchen from this small lady before it explodes.
He stares at the smoke curling from the pan in disbelief, his eyes find hers but she avoids his gaze by looking at the floor.
Oh wow.
This tile is quite interesting.
I wonder how many of it are laid in this kitchen.
I want to count it.
The kitchen tiles suddenly piqued her interest to the point she wanted to count it.
“You almost burnt down my kitchen” His voice came out calm but Anne didn’t lift her gaze from the floor.
“Look at me when I’m talking.” He ordered her in his smooth baritone voice.
She slowly lifted her head and stared into his eyes, he didn’t look upset, infact he was expressionless, which was even worse than those times when her boss used to yell at her.
She wondered what was going through his mind.
Does he want me to apologize?
.
He was the one who forced me into the kitchen in the first place.
” So you can’t cook” That came out as a statement, it was an observation actually, from the chaos he just witnessed.
She almost turned his kitchen into a crime scene.
“No” Anne hated how her voice came out small.
She kept her eyes on him but his face didn’t show even the tiniest hint of emotion.
Back in her apartment, Claire was usually at her place most of the time so she did the cooking, and on the days Claire didn’t show up, she either ordered takeout or sleep on an empty stomach when she’s broke.
She never sought out time to learn how to cook, she had been so focused on avenging her mother’s death.
” How can you love food so much but you have no idea how to make it?” Anne took that as an insult which made her eyes darken in anger.
He was right though, she was a foodie, she glorified food above all things.
Apart from avenging her mother, the next best thing is eating a good meal.
But she hated how he insulted her with that.
“You forced me into your kitchen” That’s the best she could come up with at the moment without turning his mood sour.
“And yet you couldn’t even do something as simple as cooking a decent meal for breakfast” His condescending tone kept pushing her buttons as he spouted out more words.
This man was seriously getting on her last nerves.
Where the hell was a bazooka when she needed one?
“If it’s that easy why don’t you make breakfast yourself?” She said out of spite and Daemon’s brow arched at her words, she was clearly challenging him but he found it amusing.
“Ok then kitten, but this isn’t free. It’ll become a debt you owe which I will collect” That devilish smirk was back on his lips , immediately, he walks out of the kitchen.
Anne stared at the kitchen entrance in confusion.
He just left after saying some strange words.
What did he mean by debt?.
Wasn’t he the one who chased his cooks and chefs away?.
If this man isn’t a maniac, she didn’t have any other name for him and his absurd logic.
“Is he still preparing breakfast or not?” She muttered as she stared at the damage she had caused in the name of cooking.
Her stomach even grumbled a little.
Ten minutes later, Daemon walks in and Anne’s eyeballs almost melt out of their sockets.
He was half naked!!!.
Where did his shirt disappear to??!!
Why is he walking closer to me??!!!!!
She almost lost her balance and fell off the stool she was sitting on.
He had just a pair of black fitted trouser resting on his waist but as for his waist upward….
He was a sight to behold, he had the body of a Greek god, actually even Greek gods couldn’t compare, they might even be envious of such body.
His bare broad shoulders gave him the commanding presence of a king, his sculpted chest looked as though they were carved from stones, Anne gulped at how hard they looked.
Her gaze found his pacs, she had a sudden urge to count.
One,two,three,four,five,six,seven,eight.
Lord Jesus!!!
Eight pacs?!!.
Her eyes bulged but didn’t stop drinking in the sight of how those pacs lead to a sharp v-line which disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers.
How could a woman deny him with a body like that?
His thick biceps and well-defined triceps which showed strength that was impossible to ignore, flexed easily with every movement he made the closer he approached her.
It didn’t look anything like what she had seen on mafia lords or bikers.
It resembled black fire which curled over his left shoulder and chest before disappearing into his waistband.
His shoulder had the wing of something she couldn’t recognize because the other half seems to be on his back which she couldn’t see.
She usually disliked tattoos because of how they were usually represented in the mafia but this man’s body looked even more sexier with tattoos on.
How is that even possible?
“You’re drooling” His voice came from behind her instantly crashing her train of thoughts.
“Oh my God!” Anne exclaims as she flies off the stool and lands on the floor with her hands and knees looking startled.
She had been staring into space the whole time completely distracted by his body.
She looked up at Daemon as he smirks while staring down at her.
Her face grows hot and that’s a sign that she was already blushing.
She hurriedly stands on her feet and stares at him.
Damn…
He looks even more intimidating without clothes on.
“Kitten, what are you thinking about?” He had a knowing smirk on but Anne’s eyes darted anywhere but his hard chest that was right in her face.
“Nothing… Nothing at all” The response came out too fast.
“Am I distracting you?” He bought his face closer to hers but she moved her face a bit backward.
“No.. Absolutely not!” Her voice came out louder than she had intended it to.
At this point she was hoping he could put on an apron at least before she suddenly combusts into flames from how hot her face was getting.
“You look flustered”
“No I’m not!. You said we were preparing breakfast right?” She would do absolutely anything to change the topic right now.
“I never said ‘we’ kitten”
“Fine. Let’s just go put an apron on you” She turns around , walks to the cabinet in search for an apron to cover that illegally sexy body that was harassing her thoughts.
Daemon stared at the little woman as she opens and closes cabinets in search of an apron.
A ghost of a smile appears on his face as he stares at the scene before him.
She kept absentmindedly searching through cabinets when there was clearly a hook with aprons hanging on it right beside her.