“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,

incongruous. His attire, a cherished shirt adorned with oil’s embrace, belied his unfamiliarity with the kitchen’s haven, a garment teetering

the luminous tapestry of family lights. The fragrance of fine cooking infused the air,

earnest culinary endeavors for the both of them, the day assumed a hue

flames’ fervor,” cautioned the attentive

had placed only one piece of steak in the pan, a morsel clearly

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

Millie, but Marcus had already unveiled

Thomas, your desires are here,” Derek announced,

bags, Marcus shut

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