Taming of the beast - Completed.

Chapter Three

Perched at the kitchen bench, toast to her mouth, Callie watched on horrified as Riyad stormed in, and tipped the whole plate of his cooked breakfast into the sink, followed by the plate, hitting the side as it crashed loudly. "Let me know when you have cooked an actual breakfast."

Her first full cooked breakfast had just gone down the gurgler. There was no excuse for that. "How rude," she crossed her arms, "well, that was all there was."

"You have a daily plan of what I eat and it's not that." He waved at the trashed breakfast.

"Well, surprise-surprise, I don't actually cook Middle Eastern," she stated dryly, miffed that he had treated her cooking so harshly. Okay, she mightn't be the best cook in the world, but there was no need for such offensiveness, hands dropped onto hips, eased off the stool. "I only cook Aussie."

He arched a dark brow at her. "I did not realise there was such cuisine as Aussie," he noted tartly.

"Well, guess what, there is," she told him in a so there tone. He walked towards her. Callie straightened, pushing the stool back with a step, watching him closely as he approached her and passed, opened a cupboard behind her, reached above her head, and removed a book that he shoved at her. She had moved the breakfast stool towards the far end of the kitchen bench, furthest end from the kitchen door.

"Read and learn. Bring me some coffee and plain toast to my study," he ordered and stalked towards the door with his long-legged stride.

"I'm surprised you would even want my toast," she snarled after him, lips pouted, blinking rapidly.

"I would take the risk."

"Shall I add arsenic?" she asked sweetly, then dropped the book onto the table and went about seeing about his coffee and toast, adding small jars of jam, marmalade, and quince, just in case. Removing the prepared tray, she left the kitchen, up the stairs, and into his study, where he was seated behind his desk, computer up and running. She placed down the tray, bowed, and turned to leave.

"I would drop the attitude, Callie." Stiffening she walked out. "Glad to see no arsenic."

"I couldn't find any," she noted dryly, closing the door as she departed, wondering how her Aunt put up with the beast of a man. He was rude, abrupt, and ungrateful, and after all the hard work she had put into making his breakfast.

Okay, she wasn't what he had asked for, but she didn't know how to make some fancy name dish from his own country. Speaking of which, why was he was in England, not some Middle Eastern country, when all was said and done. All rather strange. Her aunt had warned her, life here was very different.

Going back to the kitchen, she poured herself a cup of coffee, already eaten, and sat down flickering through the book. Basic foods with lots of spices, some she had never heard of that she went through the cupboards, hoping not to find them. Just her luck. All there and accounted for. Going back to the book, she searched out breakfast dishes and flicked through to the right pages.

Finding a pad and pen, she settled in and wrote out the recipes and also had the list of what he expected to eat. She glanced at her watch. She had a good hour up her sleeve before morning tea. She went back to the list. Coffee, with a selection of fruits, nuts, and cheese, study, at ten. Right, noted, and she didn't have to go shopping, everything was brought in.

If she needed fresh air she could walk the grounds, she looked across out the large panelled windows and rose, crossed over as a shadow passed. Him again, in his long dark overcoat, collar up, hands deep in the pockets, and headed towards the woods. She looked up at the dark threatening ominous clouds.