Chapter 33: The breakfast
"Here, sit down." Damien rounded the prep table and pulled out one of the low-backed high stool for Beatrix.
He pushed it in after she sat down and went back to the egg batter he was making.
Beatrix watched him silently as he dipped some sliced bread into the batter and laid them flat on the griddle behind him where the bacon was already cooking.
There was something sexy about watching a man cook for you while he was half naked. Beatrix held her flushed cheeks as she stared at him in awe.
He poured them each a cup of coffee and asked her how much cream and sugar she wanted with hers.
"What do you have planned today?" he asked,before getting back up again to flip the french toast.
"N-nothing."
Beatrix replied as she took an experimental sip of her coffee.
He glanced at her, his brows furrowed together before he sighed and sat back down again.