Teach Me Love

Chef.

Lena's POV

I gave Stef a tour of the domain, showing her around, and especially my bedroom for I plan on having her in there with me very soon.

I can tell Stef is very impressed with my home and everything around. I know that it seems like a lot and like I'm rich and well, that's the simple truth, but I guess she didn't have the occasion to see a lot of pretty things in her life.

However, I plan on introducing her to a higher lifestyle. Not that there's anything wrong with living a modest life, but I guess sometimes it can get hard and stressful living a life when you're not really sure if you're gonna be able to have food on the table every day. Besides, I have a feeling that Stef's life hasn't been very pretty. I don't know what she's been through, but I can tell just by this thing in her eyes sometimes that her life didn't start very well.

Now that she's with me, I want to take care of her. Show her the world. Help her to reach her full potential. Not really sure how I'm going to do that, but I will, if she let me.

I'm currently cooking in my big kitchen as Stef is sit on a tool, just looking at me moving around the kitchen peacefully. She did attend to help me but that was out of the question for no one is disturbing my kitchen, my organization, and I don't want to be hard on her for as a chef, I'm pretty rough with my sous-chef, and I don't want to be like that with her. When I have that role I lose control, and treat people badly most of the time, so that's why I decided that I was going to stop cooking with someone else, it would be just me.

From time to time, I would catch her soft eyes looking at me and I would smile at her gently, making her blush which I love very much. Her pink cheeks had become one of my favorite thing in the world and I know that just by that I'm in trouble because I don't think we want the same thing in life, and so this thing between us, this connection might not be enough for I'm thirty-two, I lived my twenty's fully, but now I want different things, I want to settle down, build a family and fill my live with love and children and a wife... Stefanie is just twenty-one, that's not something that a so young woman wants, especially a student.

Eventually, I finished the dressing of our meals, and so I motioned Stef to join me at the table and served her as if we were at a chic restaurant.

"Thank you." she says a little bit shyly.

I noticed that she's a bit shyer than she usually is. I was scared that it was because she didn't know how to say no when I asked her to come home with me tonight, but I honestly don't think it's the case now. I think she a bit taken aback for we don't know each other that much, I guess she was expecting a nice apartment, or a regular house, but I know the domain is often impressive and intimidating. It's not very welcoming and it often make people feel like they have to act in a certain way, a sophisticate way that is not really natural. And most of the time I don't might people being a bit uncomfortable because it makes them extra polite, and I can't say that I don't appreciate it. However, with Stef it's not the same. I want her, I want the real her. The one who will eat a greasy cheeseburger and make a mess with the sauce while smiling widely at me.

"Oh my God. That is so good! Why in the hell did you become a professor when you can do that?" she exclaims making me smile widely because that was her way of complimenting me, and I like it very much.

"Well, because I love teaching literature, I love being around the young minds and well... let's just say that I'm not the nicest person when I lead a team on service." I say softly as she smirks at me.

"You're a control freak, aren't you?" she asks amused as this time it was my turn to blush a little.

"No... I mean... maybe a little."