I rolled my eyes."You're a chef with hundreds of years of experience, at least.So yes, you'll be able to match it.And I'm intrigued to see how."
"Course two is coming up," he said."Though I hate to say it, but dessert will be something from the restaurant's fridge."
"Will it be good?"
"Do you like orange pie?"he asked as he cleared away the plates and headed back to the station.
"I don't think I've ever had it."
"Then you're in for a treat.I don't make it myself, but my pastry chef is Greek and he makesexcellentorange pie."
"I look forward to everything else we're going to eat tonight," I said.And I meant it.I was especially intrigued by what he was planning on making me, but I was excited to find out.
Chapter7
LAILA
Poseidon's pan sizzled as he added some onions to it.Shortly after, he followed it with some fresh tomatoes.Several other things went into the pan, filling the kitchen with a rich scent.I wasn't exactly hungry after eating the fish, but it was still enough to make my mouth water, and for me to be desperate to eat whatever it was he was making.
It didn't take long until he set the dish down in front of me, and it looked as delicious as it smelled, with some baked feta crumbled over the top and the plump shrimp, which was perfectly cooked."This looks amazing."
"Thank you," he said."It's one of my favourite dishes.Though admittedly, I have a lot of them."
I laughed."I do too.Every time I find a new favourite dish, I add it to the list, I don't replace anything.I hope my boss never asks me to do a top ten favourite dishes, or I'll have a difficult time writing the article."
"I'm sure you'd manage."
"I would, but it would be tough.So, what dish is it?"
"Garides saganaki," he said, the Greek rolling off his tongue in a way that made me feel like I could swoon."And the Assyrtiko will pair nicely with it."He grabbed another bottle of wine and poured us both glasses.
"I'm going to have to be careful that the wine doesn't go to my head," I murmured.
"You don't have to drink more than this," he assured me."You can take the rest of the wine home with you so that you can enjoy it with your friends."
"I can?"
"Of course.I got it for you to try."He smiled at me, and my heart fluttered in response.
Thiswasn'ta date, but the tension in the air certainly felt like it might be one.There was certainly something about Poseidon that made mewantit to be a date.
To distract myself from my thoughts, I dug my fork into the shrimp dish on my plate, letting out a soft hum of satisfaction.The tangy tomatoes infused with onions and garlic contrasted beautifully with the creamy baked feta and the richness of the shrimp.The dill cut through the rest of the tastes in a way I didn't expect, but it went well with the rest of it.
"This is really good."
"It's hearty food done right," he said."There's a thing or two to be said about Greek comfort food."
"I'll take your word for it."
"I hope I can change that to you knowing," he said.
"Oh?And how are you going to do that?"I picked up my wine and took a sip.I hadn't tasted a lot of Greek wine before, but the bottles he'd gotten were making me want to try more of it.
His gaze fixated on my lips, and it took me a moment to realise that a droplet of wine had rested there.I swiped it away with my tongue, which only got his attention more.
Poseidon cleared his throat and took a sip of his own wine before answering."By cooking you more of it."
"That's rather presumptuous of you.This isn't even a date."
