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My eyes narrow for a second. “I’ll spank your ass for this later.”
“Promise?” she asks, giving me a heated gaze of her own.
Fuck, I’m so screwed.
Eventually, I excuse myself, letting her prepare our meal in peace while I retire to the living room.
CHAPTER23
Daniella
Dinner’s ready in under thirty minutes thanks to Christian leaving. I carry both plates into the living room and place them on the table. He smiles softly, kissing my forehead in thanks.
“I feel like I should warn you, baby,” I start and he throws me a curious look. “No one has ever eaten my cooking and not fallen in love with me.”
“Hmm,” Christian says, a playful glint in his eyes. ‘I’m going to have to test that theory.”
I stare at him intently at his side as he takes the first bite. A half-smile pulls at his lips but he doesn’t say a word as he continues to eat.
“Well?” I question when he continues to be silent.
“Eat your food,tesoro,” he tells me.
I pout, but considering I’m too hungry to argue, I do as he says. We finish our meals in silence, after which Christian carries the plates to the kitchen. He doesn’t return for several minutes and I have a feeling he’s doing the dishes. He’s such a clean freak. I’m a little upset he had nothing to say about the food but he finished it so that has to count for something.
My attention is on a melodrama airing on HBO when he returns. He settles down beside me and pulls me until I’m seated on his lap. Then he kisses me, soft and slow in a way designed to drive me wild.
“Thank you for making me lunch, baby. It was amazing,” he whispers against my lips.
Happiness blossoms in my chest, his words settle like molten metal in my blood.
“I knew you’d love it,” I say.
“It was delicious.”
“Don’t love it too much. I only want to cook on occasion. But it’s one of my only two talents. I always knew I would either become a painter or a chef. Although,” I falter, “I guess I’m not either right now.”
I have an art degree from college and everything but nothing to show for it. I’ve barely been able to paint since I moved in here with Christian. I don’t blame him, but it’s hard to feel inspired here. The only times I ever paint are when he pisses me off or when I’m feeling strong emotions in relation to him. That just goes to show how obsessed I am.
Christian must see the thoughts in my mind plainly on my face because a pained expression crosses over his. Then he kisses my cheek softly, moving his kisses down to my neck.
“You’re perfect,tesoro. And you’re everything you want to be.”
“The food really altered your brain chemistry, huh?” I tease, pushing away the dark cloud hanging over me.
Today couldn’t be more perfect and I’m not about to ruin it. I turn, straddling him, and soon enough we’re kissing deeply. Christian’s dick presses against my core and just like that, I’m wet and hungry for him. His hands grip my ass and I squeal when he slaps one cheek hard. I pull his hair in revenge and he lets out a low dark chuckle.
The pressure in my chest grows tight as he kisses me hard, his teeth nipping at my lips.
“Well,” someone says, “this is awkward.”
I scream and jump off Christian’s lap.
“What the fuck!” Christian growls, looking at the doorway of the living room.
“Topher!” I snap, staring at his brother. I quickly try to make myself look decent, although it’s hard considering I’m only wearing a shirt and panties.
“Sorry,” Topher says insincerely, walking in. His hair is disheveled and he’s only wearing pants without a shirt. I hadn’t even realized he slept here last night.
