Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 110: Dressed Up Just For Him

Standing in front of Gabriel's door, my fingers brushed through my curls for the third time, making sure everything was in place. My little black dress clung perfectly to my body-short, simple, sexy, with just enough cleavage.

I wanted to steal his breath, leave him completely speechless.

Before I could press the button, the door swung open. A woman dressed in a tailored uniform greeted me with a warm smile. She looked like she was in her mid-thirties.

"Welcome, Miss Hartwood. I'm Jane, Mr. Storm's house manager." She extended her hand.

I shook hers, smiling back. "Please, call me Clairessa. Nice to meet you."

She nodded, stepping aside. "Likewise. Please, come in."

As I entered, the familiar luxury of Gabriel's apartment surrounded me.

The place was like a fortress-dark tones, sleek lines-a space as commanding as the man himself.

Jane led me through the hallway, then stopped. "Mr. Storm is in the kitchen. I'll leave you here." She smiled again before disappearing down the hall.

Chapter 110: Dressed Up Just For Him

Kitchen? My brow lifted. What was he doing there?

Thad been to Gabriel's apartment before, so I remembered my way around. As I approached the kitchen, I heard his deep, rich voice.

"In here."

I stepped in-and froze, Gabriel stood by the stove, stirring a pot of sauce.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, revealing his strong forearms. The sight was shocking. Gabriel Storm, the picture of control and power, cooking? For me?

"Mr. Storm... in the kitchen?" I gasped playfully. "I would have expected a renowned chef."

He glanced over his shoulder, flashing that irresistible smirk. "Let's just say I wanted to make tonight more special by cooking for you myself."

Something in his tone softened me instantly. My heart skipped a beat.

"I never would've thought you could cook."

"There's a lot you're yet to find out." He set the spoon aside, turning his gaze back to the stove.

"Have a seat. Dinner will be served soon. Apologies-we're running behind schedule by fifteen minutes. Had an important call earlier."

“So particular and orderly. I love it, Mr. Storm." I teased, tiptoeing up behind him, peeking over his shoulder to see everything he was cooking.

he spun around, wrapping his hands around my waist as he

Storm, we haven't even had dinner yet," I murmured, placing

up on me, young lady, and I can't help it...

my body, pausing at every curve. The heat in them made my pulse

look... breathtaking," he murmured, voice dropping.

leaned in closer. "I dressed up

leaving mine. "And I

What do you

voice was

let you-"I tried to protest, but the look

"Sit. Watch."

sighed dramatically, walking back and sliding onto

Every movement-precise, calculated.

cut vegetables and chopped onions with ease, stirring sauces

did everything

I watched, the more drawn

cooking

plated the meal. "Dinner

steak with roasted potatoes, steamed vegetables, and a side

say, Mr. Storm, you've outdone yourself. This looks... delicious." Gabriel leaned casually against the counter, arms crossed, his eyes drinking me in. "Take

eyes shut for a second as I lifted the fork to my lips,

gave him a thumbs-up. "It tastes

pleased expression played out on his face before he gestured toward the dining

from each other

how irresistible / looked,

cheeks stayed warm the entire time, like e achosight on date with her

dishes together moving in sy as I

before.

impressed. Dinner was amazing Chef's kiss

towel. Thank you, my sweet im glad

counter, arching a brow. Now that

grin as he reached for the wine glasses. "Ace" "Hmm?" I

us both a glass. When he handed me mine, his fingers brushed over

he murmured, holding his

wins,"

tonight. For opening

you for giving us a

took a slow sip of my wine, meeting his gaze. "Mr.

teased

gleamed

how the night goes." I giggled. "So tell