“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 in

embrace, belied his unfamiliarity with the kitchen’s haven, a garment teetering

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

both of them, the day assumed a

the flames’

steak in the pan, a

emerged. A porcelain plate hosted a medium-well steak

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

Thomas, your desires are here,” Derek

the bags,

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