Chapter Thirty-one

Natasha's pov.

"What's so funny?" Mr Lizzo asked, a look of confusion marking his too handsome face.

If I didn't know any better, I'd think I was being pranked.

I was still catching my breath from the laughter when I answered, "You are."

Folding his hands across his chest, his gaze lowered as he watched me. His face was caught between amusement and annoyance and it made me laugh even more.

He was an imposing figure, there was no doubt about that but the uncertain look that flashed across his face made him look like a puppy to me in that instant. There was now way this was happening.

"Did you actually think this was going to work on me?" I asked, gesturing at the neatly arranged table of food and flowers.

"A bouquet of flowers and some food and suddenly I'd want to jump your bones?"

I mocked, laughter still in my voice.

"As if I need to do anything for you to want me, it's so obvious that you want to but you can't blame a man for trying to hasten the process," he shrugged, amusement