SARA WOODWORDS
Ambitious, Affectionate and Attractive.
An Italian-American businesswoman who has her empire set in New York. She owns her own magazine line and has investments in many joint projects. She's a direct member of CERCHIO INTERNO, the mos...
"I really don't think this is the way to convince her." Elias said from the door of the kitchen.
We are currently in the kitchen of the hotel and we are preparing some slurp-worthy pasta.
Okay, whom am I kidding? I am preparing the pasta.
Either of these Greek Men have no idea how to cook. They couldn't cook to save their lives.
"The proverb is- 'The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.' Sara, where oh, where does it mention anything about women?" Darius said emphasising 'man'.
"Trust me, Darius Ariti, a woman will for sure start liking you if you give her good food." I said as I emptied the pasta packet in boiling salted water.
Thanks to Aunt Anna, I make killer Lasagna Bolognese. The cooks here are European and unfortunately none of them know how to make traditional Italian pasta. I volunteered to be the cook for the evening. We have almost all the staff of the hotel a day off.
"I'm outta here. Unlike our very own Greek Player, I've got a lovely girlfriend at home. I couldn't care less about impressing Elenor Davis." Elias said and exited the kitchen.
Over the months, we've found out a loophole in Elenor's claim over the storage but we need her own word if we want to legally get that from her. You see, she has bribed a man with offers of a new house in Denmark, some amount of cash every month and a car. The poor man agreed on such a tempting offer. Legally he's still the owner of the land but Elenor uses it to her benefit.
Our plan is to invite her for dinner and Darius Ariti here, will seduce her with his charms, get her drunk and get her to confess. We'll tape a microphone on the inside of his shirt. Elenor wouldn't know of this and then in court, we'll sue Elenor.
We're going to make it seem like Darius invited her to a romantic date so we're all in the preparations of it. We decorated the dinning hall, we ordered some expensive wine and created a date-like ambiance. Although it's all fake on Darius' side, we're making it all pretty believable.
"Okay but why Lasagna Bolognese? I could've prepared something basic like Mac and Cheese." He nonchalantly said as he continued tossing the yellow bell pepper in air and then catching it. He was sitting on the counter, next to the stove.
"Firstly, if you wanna impress her, you've gotta show it to her that you've put in effort. Secondly, her family is Italian-American. We're in Budapest and she must be missing Italian dishes. The chefs at her hotel are European and aren't very gifted when it comes to Italian traditional food." I said as I started chopping vegetables for the lasagna.
I was concentrated on chopping the tomatoes when two strong hands wrapped around my hands from behind me. I felt his chest touch my back and a silent gasp left my mouth.
"What're you doing, Darius?" I asked in a whisper.
"I can do that. Let me help you." He whispered as his voice turned huskier. His tall figure was easily towering over me. Due to our proximity, his breath hit my bare neck leaving tingling feeling all over my back.
I bit my lip and cursed myself for wearing a spaghetti dress. To top it off, I tied my hair in a bun, leaving a few locks hanging, outlining my face.
"I-I'll do it." I said and bit the insides of my mouth to stop the stuttering. Why was I so nervous now that he was so close to me?
His left hand left mine and his thumb touched my face. He freed my bottom lip from my teeth.
"Don't." He almost growled.
In my nervousness, I tried to continue cutting the tomatoes but instead cut my pointer finger.
"Shit!" I exclaimed and kept the knife down. I examined the finger and it had started to bleed. Luckily, it wasn't deep.
"What'd you do, Sara?" Darius said and before I could process anything, he put my finger in his mouth and sucked at the part which was bleeding.
As soon as his lips touched my finger, I felt an unusual sensation down there. I sucked in a breath and gulped.
He pulled me to the wash basin and put my finger under cold water.
"Why can't you be more careful? I could've chop 'em up myself." He said but I didn't reply. I starred at his face, intensely.
After a minute, he pulled my finger back and pat it dry. He examined it and looked at me. "Bleeding stopped,"
He started but became quite after looking at my face.
"Don't you dare look at me like, Sara Woodwords." He said, still holding my wrist.
"Like what, Darius Ariti?" I questioned, mindlessly. I was still starring at him.
"Like you wouldn't mind me doing this." He said and pulled me to him by my wrist.
His lips crashed on mine.
~ Sara's Outfit ~
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