“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!”

the kitchen stood diminutive. Marcus’ towering presence magnified the spatial constraints,

this 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

fine cooking infused the air, rendering this place

Millie’s earnest culinary endeavors for the both of them, the day assumed a

flames’

placed only one piece of steak in the

a medium-well steak alongside

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

your desires are here,” Derek

the bags,

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