After a while of fruitless searching, Daemon decided to just pick the apron himself.
They were going to spend the whole day here if he allowed her to keep searching for something that was in plain sight.
Anne’s breathe hitched when she felt Daemon standing behind her.
She could almost feel the heat he was exuding.
He takes a black apron off the hook and holds it up in front of her.
“I believe this is what you’ve been searching for” His voice had elements of mockery but that wasn’t bothered Anne, she wanted him off her back quite literally.
“Oh..” A small sheepish smile curled on her lip as she awkwardly stood still as if she was slowly turning into a statue.
He took a step away from her , puts on the apron then proceeds to tie it.
Anne spins around on the spot to see the handsome devil in an apron.
He was already pulling a knife out of the rack.
She picks an apron and quickly puts it on.
Even if she couldn’t prepare the breakfast, she could still assist in preparing.
“So what are we preparing for breakfast ”
“It’s not ‘we’ kitten, go take a seat over there and be a prop or something ” He made a ‘shoo’ gesture like she was some puppy.
She frowned at him but he didn’t spare her a glance.
Ouch…
What the hell?.
A prop?…
“I want to help out”
“No” He’s picking out ingredients from the fridge, with his huge frame bent over staring into the fridge.
“Let me help out” She stares at the complete drawing on his back.
It’s a raven ,it looks like it has life but still mesmerizing.
“Fine. I won’t be responsible for any cooking accidents that happen to you.” He shuts the door of the fridge then place the items on a chopping board which laid on the island.
“Get a knife, wash , peel and dice each of these ingredients” He threw orders at her while arranging a nonstick skillet on the stove , meanwhile in her head, she’s wondering what he just said. New chapters come out on novelping.com first.
“Did you hear anything I just said?. Why are you still standing there?”
“Honestly…. I didn’t”
“….” He walked to her and picked the ingredients.
“I’ll show you how to do it once and you’ll do the rest.” He turned on the faucet to rinse the onion, carrot, garlic, and bell pepper .
He showed her how to rinse, peel and dice them properly then asked her to do the rest.
Anne struggled with them, where it looked effortlessly easy when Daemon was dicing them up like he was a kitchen ninja.
She could barely stop the carrot from flying off the chop board if she applied too much pressure from the knife.
She applied a bit more pressure but the carrot slipped and the sharp edge of the nice sliced into her finger.
She let out a cry of pain and stared at her bleeding finger.
Daemon stared at her to see her holding the wrist of her injured finger.
He walked to her and looked at her with a face that clearly said ‘ I warned you’.
He stretched his palm and she looks at him with narrowed eyes wondering if he wanted to rub it in her face but she still slowly rests her injured finger on it.
He takes a look at the finger then does someone totally unexpected.
He bent down and places her finger in his mouth, his grey eyes staring intensely into green ones.
Her eyes widen instantly but she’s too shocked to move a muscle.
What is he doing?.
She felt his warm tongue roll around her finger ,her cheeks heat up slowly at the strange feeling of her finger in his warm mouth.
He maintains an intense gaze on her as he slowly takes her finger out of his mouth.
Why did it feel good?.
“If you’re that clumsy, then go sit somewhere” He said and goes back to stirring the rice in the skillet with a spatula.
Anne was too stunned to even realize what he just said to her.
Instead she turns to face the carrot that made her cut herself.
She proceeds to dice it again but with more caution.
When she got to the white onion, her eyes glistened with tears the more she diced them.
As she tried to blink the tears away ,they ran down her face and she sniffled a bit. Get faster updates on g.com.
Gracious God!…
This is torture!!.
She lamented in her thoughts but kept dicing the onion.
She noticed this used to always happen to Claire whenever she was chopping or slicing onions.
She saw it as such a stressful task that made one cry.
By the time she was done, the ingredients looked mangled, as though a great misfortune had befallen them.
Sadly they didn’t survive Anne but Daemon added them while cooking after throwing Anne a look.
Anne’s nose flared as she inhaled the aroma, it was simply divine.
She stretched her neck and toes to stare at the content in the skillet that Daemon kept stirring as he added more and more ingredients.
He cooked and diced the chicken himself into bite-sized cubes.
Anne tried to steal a piece but he kept slapping her hand off until he turned it into the skillet and kept stirring.
Soon, the food was ready.
They dished it into plates, Anne’s serving was three times the portion Daemon dished for himself.
“You’re such a glutton” He told her as soon as they sat to eat at the dining table.
“I’m just a hungry lady” She replied then placed the first spoonful of fried rice in her mouth.
She moaned as various flavors exploded across her taste buds.
It was a carnival of sort in her mouth as she chewed with delight.
She hadn’t tasted anything this delicious before.
She casts a quick glance at Daemon, sure enough, he was staring at her.
Those eyes look like that of a predator calculating the movement of it’s prey to predict the next one it will make.
Her eyes immediately drops to her plate of food and she feasts on it with pleasure.
They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.
Please Lord, if this man is going to keep cooking delicious meals, I don’t want him to find a way to my heart.
He should find my lung or liver instead.