Lust for Love

Chapter 8

It was finally Friday!

Doomsday!  Or a new leaf to turn over!

Cause the second condition was broken just like that: 'Never stay alone with him'.

I kept waiting for the impending doom that would walk through that front door as my knife sliced through the carrots. Not just one but in waves of two.

I'm gonna be sliced in four!

I gulped, guilty of also bailing on my part-time shift today.

"Babe you're doing it wrong!" Jacob scolded me as I cut the carrots too thick, snapping me out of my doomsday trance.

"Here, this is how you do it."

Isn't he a sly one, hmph!

He stood behind me as his big hands covered mine while he pressed his hot chest against my back. He softly spoke in my ears with such a seductive voice I almost shivered, "Here this is how you do it."

We cut a few slices while he slightly nuzzled in my neck making my skin burn around there and I don't think I was able to concentrate or learn what he had just taught after he abruptly pulled away from me under the pretext of checking on the boiling pot on the stove.

How can a girl learn when she's busy enduring torture while holding back!?

Jacob diligently prepared the dinner as he industriously worked at it in his apron look.

After realizing how I foolishly agreed to his arrangement forgetting what Nathan had told me, I tried convincing him of moving the dinner by a day but he got me.

With his puppy eyes.

His Gorgeous face.

Of course, I'm easily fazed but I think it's okay to give him a chance and he's trying his best too—Right?

Anyway, I can't seem to stop drooling over his apron look.

Argh! Stop with all that drooling!

"Love, can you taste this and see if it's alright?" an apron-clad Jacob asked while holding the ladle in one hand blowing into the hot curry on the dish to cool it down.

He just called me....Love?

Do I blush? Or do I scream as I feel the butterflies going wild in me?

Oh man just imagining Jacob cooking for me every day feels blissful. u.u

"HEY! I'm better you know!" Gray's angry face saying those words popped into my head for some reason.

Gray now's not the time!

I pushed aside any and all distracting thoughts as I went back to fangirling over my apron-clad exclusive personal model that he was, his green eyes glinting with anticipation as he wondered how his curry tasted.

"Sure" my voice trailed into a melody as I leaned forward to taste the curry.

"It's delicious!" I commented as he smiled and then suddenly paused to stare at my lips.

He kept looking so intently that I awkwardly asked, "Is there something on my face? Haha"

He simply smiled brandishing those dimples as his pointed out some of the curry left on my lips and before I could wipe it off, his lips were already ravishing mine.

I pulled away for a couple of seconds to catch a breath and to process this surprise attack.

"There was some curry left on them. I couldn't help but. . ." He didn't even finish his sentence before crashing his lips back onto mine.