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“If your palate craves such a meal, perhaps a lavish restaurant would better suit your desires. My culinary talents are not at your disposal,” she quipped, her tone laced with a trace of irritation.

Marcus’ gaze trailed over the curves of her figure before his lips curled into a knowing smile.

“Should you withhold sustenance from me? I’ll consume you as an alternative dish tonight.”

Consume me? The notion reverberated within her, a puzzlement etched upon her features. How could he possibly mean such a thing?

The audacity of his words bore into her consciousness. The initial confusion gave way to comprehension, and her face instantly flooded with a rosy hue. A single word, carrying the weight of her sentiments, slipped through her lips.

“Bastard!”

stood diminutive. Marcus’ towering presence magnified the spatial constraints, causing the walls to inch closer, almost

culinary setting, Marcus appeared incongruous. His attire, a cherished shirt adorned with oil’s embrace, belied his unfamiliarity with the kitchen’s haven, a garment teetering on the brink of

down upon the luminous tapestry of family lights. The fragrance of fine cooking infused the air, rendering this place a sanctuary

for the both of

Avoid the flames’ fervor,” cautioned the

only one piece of steak in the

finale, a delicate tableau emerged. A porcelain plate hosted a medium-well

but Marcus had already unveiled the mystery, standing at the door alongside

desires are here,” Derek announced, leaving Millie

securing the bags, Marcus shut the