Chapter 17

"Don't," The word was a low growl, full of warning.

She spun and looked at him. She couldn't hold the smile that appeared on her face, "But I wanna taste it," She insisted.

His hand slipped around her waist, tugging her to his chest. He grabbed a glass of whisky and put it back with a loud chunk.

"No!" He denied her immediately.

"Then what should I do? Kids are not home. You're going to the office. Ana has gone. Rose is resting in her room. Isha is with Olivia to meet kids in the orphanage. You already have plans. God knows what's so important?" She complained.

The corners of his lips twitched up, "That's not the solution." He motioned at the glass of whisky, "You love cooking. If I'm not wrong."

She looked surprised. She wasn't planning to drink. She wanted him to stay longer, "Yeah!"

His eyes focused on her and his expression smoothed, becoming guarded, "You weren't supposed to drink." He said.

She wanted