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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!”

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

cherished shirt adorned with oil’s embrace, belied

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

for the both of them, the day assumed a

heed. Avoid the flames’

of steak in the pan, a morsel

medium-well steak

but Marcus had already unveiled the mystery, standing at

here,” Derek announced,

securing the bags, Marcus shut