Mafia's tomorrow

30-First date

My voice came out breathless and it seemed to work well cause he pulled me in for another kiss. It was just as magical as the last one with efforts of my own.

I pulled back due to my lack of air and looked at him.

"You got two kitchens right?"

"Yeah, but one is smaller."

"Lead me to it, cause I am cooking."

He seems surprised. "I can tell the cooks to cook anything you want."

"But I want to cook today and you are helping me in it."

His eyes twinkle in mischief and he dramatically goes. "Really? My fiancé finally cooking for me. How loving. You'll make a perfect wife, my dear."

"Aww, aren't you old school?"

He smirked and pulled me in.

"Which school do you prefer? Cause for you I'd even settle to be a student."

My mouth fall open in shock at his mention of role-play. I blink a few times comprehending the situation and coming up for an answer. So far, no luck.

God, I am such an amateur. And how much I hate it.

It doesn't mean I am not turned on. It is quite embarrassing to have a pink blush staining my cheeks, my cocky smirk to be replaced with my mouth ajar and to have a low breathing.

And boy, is he enjoying it.

I just rush to the kitchen in response to that. I am in the hallway when he calls out. "Rhodes, this way". His tone is amused, but I tense.

Those fluttering feelings are nowhere to be seen. That name makes me forget all and see red. I really do wish I could change my name, but it does have some perks.

He is not at fault. I keep repeating that and try to push back those feelings. That hurt and that anger.

I turn around and start to walk. I replace my expression with a rather neutral one. It is not amused and it certainly does not show my inner turmoil.

I catch up with him as he leads me to the smaller kitchen. I have never been there but I heard, that it is for family in the first few days I came here. It is always stocked with the use for 4.

Just before the expiration the food is moved to the larger kitchen where it is used up and the family kitchen is restocked.

That is how it works. The first time I ate with him was in his community kitchen. Today it will be intimate. And I am excited.

We reach the kitchen and he informs the maid there to leave and inform others that this kitchen is occupied. To which I just blushed. As she leaves I turn to the fridge opening it.

It is stocked and my mind is filled with ideas. Cooking, of course.

While my back is to the refrigerator and I am busy eliminating and germinating ideas, I notice Jax is awfully quiet. I turn around to see him looking at me. More specifically, checking me out.

Wow, I did not expect this. I raise an eyebrow to which he smirks.

Like some people have resting bitch face. I think he has resting smirk devil face. He steps towards me.

I want to back up and it takes everything in me to not step back. He comes towards me and brings his lips to mine almost touching. "shouldn't we cook something?"

I wanted to kiss him and badly, but apparently he has different motives. But you know what, game is on baby.

"Tell me what do you like?" I say, wetting my lips. Making them glossier. He tenses.

I turn around abruptly, making my hair to hit him in the face. He winces loudly and moves back.

I quickly decide on 'Skillet Creamy French Mustard Chicken.' Jax helps me with it, surprisingly good in the kitchen despite him saying that he is working for the first time. Within an hour of chit chat and not-so-subtle accidental touches our food is ready.

He tells me to wait and brings a broad black cloth and covers my eyes. He made me sit on the island chair and I could hear rustling and clinking of utensils and everything. After a few minutes, the little beam of light which I could make out vanishes and within a few seconds I smell sandalwood.

I make loud sniffing sounds and wonder out loud, "Are those candles, Jax?"

"Dammit. I thought I was discreet."

"You kind of were but those sandalwoods gave away."

"Anyway, I am done." With that he provides my vision back to me and I could see the crockery set and shining by 3 candles. It is beautiful and romantic. The kind of one I thought I could never have.

My throat closes up and I smile. His face lights up with the most beautiful grin I have ever seen. His face is illuminated by the light, giving his tan skin a golden hue. Which is unexplainably most attractive thing.

He pours some wine and picks it up. So do I. And he toasts "To my confident woman".

It has to be the sexiest words to ever be spoken because my breathe hitches and shiver run up and down my body. I drink a couple of sips to settle the feelings in me. The fluttering feeling in my stomach and my cloudy vision as I can see nothing except that gorgeous man in front of me.

"Do you like it?" He finally asks, nervousness etched into his voice.

Then I realise what conclusions might have come in his mind when I did not say a single word.

Clearing my throat I say, "This is perfect. Thank you." I place my hand in his and look into his eyes.

They are a perfect shade of green with a few specks of brown. I smile and so does he. We can't seem to look away.

"Your eyes look golden in candlelight. They sparkle." He says amazed. A blush again creeps us at me and I look away. He grabs my chin and move across the table to kiss me.

"You really shouldn't let me have dessert before dinner."

I want to say he has a very innocent definition of dessert in my language. But I say nothing and start eating.

Cause a part of me knows that if I do start speaking, I will emit out things that should never be spoken about to him.

Next episode, it is not this sweet. 

Cara you shouldn't be hiding so much. Things are never the same. 

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