"I'd like to think I'm fairly good-looking as a man too."He grinned in a way that definitely made him ruggedly handsome.
"You are."I pressed a hand against his chest."Thank you for the shirt."
"You're welcome.As much asI'dhave fun with you walking around naked, I wasn't sure you'd like it."
"Maybe next time."
He chuckled and pulled me closer."You're welcome to lose the shirt any time you want."
"That can be arranged," I murmured against his lips.
He kissed me deeply, and I pushed my body against his.This wasn't what I'd intended to happen, but I wasn't about to say no, especially when last night had been so fun.
Chapter13
POSEIDON
There was something unbelievably hot about Laila sitting at my breakfast bar wearing one of my shirts and with her hair in slight disarray from last night.It was a sight that I could definitely get used to, and one I wanted to.
"Are you hungry?"I asked.
"Starving," she responded."I can't believe we haven't really eaten since the olives last night."
"I ate," I joked.
She swallowed hard."Not what I meant."
"I'm teasing," I responded."But we were a little distracted.Luckily for you, I have the perfect breakfast."I opened the fridge and took out a bowl of batter I'd prepared yesterday.
She frowned, clearly recognising the fermented lentil and rice batter."Is that for uttapam?"
"Yes."I pulled out a pan and set it on the stove to heat while I prepped the onions and green chillis for the top."After we met, I was sitting down to design the menu for my charity event, and I thought of them.The food is supposed to be finger food, and everything is supposed to elevate tuna."
"Tuna?"she echoed.
"It's a fish associated with me," I said."I thought it would be a good food theme."
"Is it not a bit macabre to eat a load of the fish that are supposed to represent you?"
"Not really.Or no one's ever had a problem with it before," I responded.
"Probably because tuna isn't their sacred animal."
"I'm not sure I'd call them sacred.Fishermen used to give them in offering to my temple, so I got used to eating a lot of it," I explained."But it isn't like I'm serving seahorse.Nowthatwould be a bit weird."
She laughed."I don't even know if you can eat seahorse."
"You can."I ladled some of the batter into the pan and let it sizzle."It's not very common outside of Asia, but peopledoeat seahorse."
"Have you?"she asked curiously.
"No.I had the opportunity, but it's the only thing I've never been able to bring myself to eat."
"I think that's fair.I don't imagine there would be many chicken shifters who would eat chicken either," she said."Though it's a lot harder to avoid chicken than it is to avoid seahorse."
"It is," I agreed.I checked my second pan and carefully added a small tuna steak.I didn't want it to overcook, but it still needed a good sear on the outside.
"So, are you not at the restaurant today?"she asked as she watched me cook.
