Chef's kiss

Pamela:

Charles took me to the kitchen then he placed me on the island table, sealing my mouth with a kiss.

He walked to a cabinet, and took out a nearly folded apron, then he put it on and tied the ropes across his waist. The way he did everything looked sexy, and for some reason it turned me on. I found myself biting my lips at what he was doing.

I almost forgot the fact that I knocked out someone and he was probably in a coma. I was a shitty person, but I hoped I would be able to buy myself enough time to escape this mess I had gotten myself in.

"So, how does my lady like the smell of the food simmering hot?" Charles asked, walking over to me.

He placed his hands by my side, trapping me in between.

"It smells nice but I do not judge a book by its cover or what it smells like," I said, and the smirk on his face fell.

I wasn't trying to give a huge blow to his ego but he was getting full of himself, and if we hadn't made up he would boast on how he learnt to cook after we separated.