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.

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

dinner yet," I murmured, placing my hand on his

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

eyes darkened, slowly traveling down my body, pausing at

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

my skin. I leaned in closer. "I dressed up just for

leaving mine. "And I

What do you need?"

His voice

I can't let you-"I tried to protest, but the

"Sit. Watch."

I sighed dramatically, walking back and sliding onto a stool

Every movement-precise, calculated.

chopped onions with ease, stirring

man did everything

watched, the more drawn

made cooking look...

he plated the meal. "Dinner

roasted potatoes, steamed vegetables, and a

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

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

with a satisfied hum, I gave

played out on his face before he

from each other and

how irresistible / looked,

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

moving in sy as I was shine

before.

was amazing Chef's

towel. Thank

brow. Now that

lips curled into a mischievous grin as he reached for the wine

wine, expertly pouring us both a glass. When he handed me mine, his fingers brushed over mine, sending

murmured, holding his glass

my heart fluttering. "More wins," I

thank you. For tonight. For opening up to

softened. "And thank you for

sip of my wine, meeting his gaze. "Mr. Storm, I have to say-I don't

teased

gleamed with amusement.

"So tell