Isabella smiled at him. "Come in. Have a seat."Benjamin hurried inside. It was his first time in her home. He felt nervous, yet excited at the same time.Then he noticed the red wine and candles arranged on the dining table. His eyes flickered as he quickly asked, "Isabella, what's all this?""Dinner." Smiling, Isabella added, "Wait a moment. I'm going to wash a few glasses."She wore a loose set of loungewear. Benjamin stared at her in a daze, his mind already wandering beneath the wine-red fabric and imagining the curves hidden underneath.He didn't have to wait long.Soon, Isabella invited him into the dining room.She switched off the lights and lit the candles. The atmosphere changed instantly.Smiling softly, she said, "This is my first time making steak, so bear with me and give it a try."Benjamin caught a faint burnt smell, but instead of feeling repulsed, he grew excited. "Your first time? Does that mean you... never cooked for him before?"Isabella sighed. "No."
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