SIXTY FIVE

"Where did you learn to cook?"

"Didn't I say before that I'm learning to survive?"

"But you are very rich. You have a maid who can serve you twenty-four hours non-stop.”

Mila sat on a stool and propped her chin on the bar counter while watching Ezra who was cooking. When Ezra turned his back on her to wash the vegetables, Mila wanted so badly to rest her head on his stunning back. That seems like a lot of fun. Unfortunately Ezra turned around in a hurry because the pan started hissing. Ezra did better than she did. Even his knife wielding skill is superb. Mila wonders why Ezra can be whatever he is needed at the moment. Ezra can become a company leader, Ezra can become an assassin, and now Ezra can become a chef. Mila was very jealous of all the skills Ezra had. And when she expressed her jealousy, Ezra gave her an annoying answer.

"I don't like relying on maids."

Ezra sautéed garlic and then performed an attraction that amazed Mila. Flames licked the pan as Ezra poured oil over