CHAPTER 8: THE DESSERT

THE DESSERT

I thought that Eric would take me somewhere else, but I was wrong. He brought me to his house and personally made our dinner himself.

And all that I could say, he's got his own magic in his hands.

"Wow." Impressed by how he neatly sliced the meat in a right measure. "How'd you do that?"

I saw the glimpse of him pushing his ego upwards when I obviously compliment him without saying anything to compliment him.

"I took culinary course before I focused on business," he opened up. "Being a master in the kitchen was actually my dream ever since I was a boy, but since I'm the only son of my family, they wanted me to take over the company."

My eyebrows lifted from the story.

"So, I ended up dealing with papers, not dishes," he added.

Surprised over his sudden share it without hesitation, my eyes glued at him.

He looks more dreamy when his tenacity comes.

His hair falls, covering his forehead. The edges of his face are very attractive, and how his hand works with real professional o