Chapter 119: A Taste of Her Cooking
Leander pushed his plate away and Viviana gulped. She didn’t know what angered him.
"I..." she started to speak, but then she gulped as his eyes ended up on her. He looked scary.
"I like the food here. The chef’s a great chef. The food tastes nothing less than a Micheline star restaurant. I know because I had the chance to eat at one of those restaurants... one that had three stars..." she was so nervous she rubbed her thighs. "This guy I was introduced to by a friend on a blind date... he brought me...for a date..." she cleared her throat as his eyes turned menacing.
She was trying not to throw the chef in the kitchen under the bus, but now she had angered him more for some reason.
"Anyway," her voice turned high and she forced a smile. "I love restaurant foods. And I love fancy restaurant food more. But today I felt like eating something simple, like a home-cooked meal..." she shrugged. "I remembered my mother’s cooking and..." she let out a breath of relief as his eyes turned calm.
So, talking about my mother is not bad, but anything else is bad...Got it!
"And you cooked for yourself?" he asked picking up the steak knife.
Okay, maybe he didn’t calm down? Oh, Melanie... You angered him by pushing him away on the bed earlier and now, you have angered him more. Is he going to carve my eyes out? That will hurt, right?
"I did..." her voice went low as a whisper.
"Did you cook the steak?" he asked pointing at his plate.