Cook for me

Liliana's jaw dropped, parting her lips as she stared at him, dazzled. How can he be this beautiful and so evil? Her palm itched to touch his face and feel it.

Tristan's Raven hair matched perfectly with his obsidian eyes. His lips look ready for tasting that suddenly, the urge to taste and touch his lips shuddered through her mind and body! That was strange, Liliana had never felt like kissing any man before, why now? Was it...God! Why was this man so beautiful?

Liliana was extremely fascinated by his looks, Liliana tried so hard to stop herself from staring into his eyes. But to study his face, she looked at his cat-like eyes and then his slight sunken cheeks and his high-pointed nose.

With his hair framing his face, he looked like an angel but in form of a demon. Then, she had kiddish thoughts on fantasy and magic.

"I told you not to drool," he went down to sit. Her gaze followed him again.

Liliana cleared her throat because his looks had locked her words from coming out of her mouth. "I won't lie as you do. I was really fascinated by your looks." Liliana sat down and continued with the massage.

Tristan found his eyelids connecting and the next moment, he moaned softly for her great massage. "I told you," he uttered after a long not-so-awkward silence.

Liliana loved the fact that she touched his black hair but she still wanted to feel his face. His hair was soft enough and felt so comfortable in her palms. But Liliana still wanted to touch his face. She wanted to know if it was soft or hard on her hand. "Yeah, you got me this time," she said in a quiet voice.

Tristan let her surge in him that feeling of satisfaction and pleasure. Her fingers did magic to his head that he almost fell asleep on her legs. This type of doctor would be good in bed. That was the naughty thought that landed in his mind.

Actually, he had been having those naughty thoughts ever since she walked into his house, that was why he asked himself if she came here to have sex but the truth and her intentions were very apparent to him.

Liliana can never come to his house for sex, and if that happens that would mean she wasn't Liliana.

But at this moment, he wanted her. Just like the first day she entered his house. Now, he'd admitted to himself that he was attracted to Liliana. And his attraction was coupled when he saw her naked. That image was still kept saved in his head. And he'd never forget it.

Like all other ladies, he was hungry for Liliana but she can and should never be aware of that because she was different from all the ladies he was hungry for. Tristan didn't only want her, he wanted to protect her.

But still, his hunger was growing the more she gets closer to him and he didn't want to get her through force so he should terminate and squelch his hunger.

Now that he realized that he was just hungry for her, it explained to him why he had been nice and going against his policies for her ever since the first day he met her. It explained why he didn't want her to die.

Tristan then asked himself. Was that the real reason? On a mission to think about it, she made him quit before starting by ending the massage. Tristan let out a soft dissatisfactory groan and gazed her way.

"I've done enough, let's play again so I can make my request," She told him.

Tristan smiled and slid up to sit on the couch. "Are you sure you'd win?" He asked, testing her valiant attitude. But he was still feeling her fingers on his scarp even though her hand wasn't on his head.

Liliana was still lost by his beauty, she loved what she was looking at and desperately wanted to touch his face.

Tristan satisfied her by lifting her hand and Liliana traced where he took her and then it landed on his face.

"Huh?" Liliana withdrew her hand, her hand didn't spend five seconds on his face but she felt how smooth and firm his skin was. Liliana was blushing.

"I asked you a question," Tristan uttered and didn't pick her hand anymore because she was playing with her fingers already. He couldn't just forcefully grab her hand and besides, she had felt a hint of his skin and her reaction sold her out before he could read her mind.

"I will win," she concluded in her prospect. She wanted something so much and knew that Tristan can't do it but he will have to because he wanted her forgiveness.

"All right, if you say so." Tristan picked up the cards and assembled them before handing her some.

Liliana placed her card first and then Tristan, it continued that way as she stole glances at his face, still wondering how he could be this cute, handsome, and magnificently beautiful. He was too beautiful that her heart melts every second she looks at his face.

Due to her mind not being attached to the game, she placed the wrong card, it didn't fit. Tristan grabbed her wrist but before she could realize that. His gaze was attached to hers and her lips curled up slowly.

Liliana's heart began to beat faster and her face turned red to know that this handsome man's hand was touching her. Oh, no! Tristan really had made her drool.

"Liliana, focus."

"I will," she lowered her gaze and placed her focus on the game, but was eager to stare at his face again.

And...Liliana won!

Liliana threw him that look, Her eyes were sparkling with happiness and her lips smiled. Her facial expression was a perfect description of a happy face.

"You won," He sounded like he wasn't ecstatic about it.

"I did," she tilted her head as a gesture. "I told you so."

"Hmn, What's your request then?"

Liliana gave that smile that informed him that she had something hard in mind. Liliana leaned against the chair. "As you can see Tan, I haven't had dinner yet so, I'm hungry. Will you cook dinner for me?" She asked.

And to not look defeated or conquered, Tristan faked a smile and stood up on his feet. "Sure, what will you have for dinner?" he asked.

Liliana stood up with him, "Rice, with that soft steak and meat sauce and. . ."

"Liliana, can you choose another menu?"

"Why?"

"Ahhh!" he paused, Tristan knew that if he cooks what she requested she'd throw up the moment she tastes his cooking. So, it is better to tell her beforehand that he doesn't have any idea about cooking. Or wait...What's the internet for? "Never mind, I'll get you exactly what you want," Tristan uttered and gracefully walked out of her sight to the kitchen. Liliana's gaze followed him with a smile but when she sighted him no more.

She grunted. Liliana never knew he knew how to cook. She was defeated now!