Chapter Thirty Eight

"I thought we were ordering take out." I pointed out as he started tossing some onions and I realised that he making us some pasta while I remained seated across the kitchen counter and might I add he looked effortlessly sexy while cooking.

What's with guys and cooking? It was extremely attractive and I couldn't stop drooling at how his muscles flexed every time he kept stirring the pan.

"Chloe?"

"Huh? What?" I asked, looking at him now while he had an amused smirk on his face. He had caught me staring and I was in no position to deny it. Come on, he can't blame me. He knows the effect he has on me and prancing around the kitchen shirtless? He was doing it on purpose.

"You can have me for dessert, baby. Now answer my question, for the pasta, white sauce or red?" he asked, trying so hard not to smile and I threw a plastic spoon at him, hitting him square on the forehead.

"Jesus, what's with the violence, woman? I asked you a simple question." He was laughing now and I couldn't hel