In Front Of My Salad Novels & Stories

I get to buy whatever ingredients I want and experiment with different recipes. I nod, trying to keep my attention on the vegetables. I'm sure a fingertip in the salad would be unwelcome. Besides, I don't want to talk about Romina or what I know about her. Knowing Aliyah works for her is still unsettling. Aliyah quickly finishes the salad dressing as well as a pale-yellow sauce for the salmon. She walks over to me and picks up a knife. "That apron fits you nicely," she says, "but it appears that you could use a little assistance."

But it doesn't look like any salad that I've had before. “It's your regular salad but it has been tossed in truffle oil and it has fried salmon bits inside. I thought we could start with something light.” He explains to me. “Well it looks good.” I tell him and then I pick up my fork so I can have a taste and the moment it hits my taste buds I let out a moan and he laughs but I also don't miss the heat in his eyes. “Oh my goddess, that's amazing, no way that's just salad.” I tell him.

I nodded, shifting my weight. "Alright then," he said, looking pleased. He reached over and pointed toward a pile of fresh tomatoes, a head of crisp lettuce, an onion, and a few bright carrots. "You can get started by chopping up those vegetables so we can put together a fresh salad." "Excellent. I will get right on that," I said, reaching for a clean cutting board and a knife from the block. As I began slicing through the outer skin of the onion, I tried to sound nonchalant as I asked another question. "Mr. Underwood, around what time do you think Yates will actually walk through that front door tonight?"

A glass of water beside it. I frown. I don't remember anyone coming here. I reach for the water first, my throat dry, and take a few sips. Then I uncover the plate, it's a fruit salad, neatly cut, pieces of watermelon, pineapple, and kiwi glistening with cold moisture. I smile faintly; maybe one of the maids brought it while I was asleep. But then something else catches my eye. A white envelope. It's half-tucked under the plate, as if someone had tried to hide it but not very well.

So, Sakura found herself at the salad bar, staring at the loads of greens. She was so concentrated on mixing the salad to make it more appealing and colorful, with the greens of the lettuce and cucumbers, the orange and yellow of the capsicums, and red of the cherry tomatoes, that she didn’t notice a man approaching her. Her hand, which was holding the tongs and currently hovering over the salad, was suddenly enveloped. Sakura jumped at the intimate contact, and her eyes darted up. “Oh, hi,” she said softly, as she gazed at the man beside her.

He took out onions, garlic, cucumber, lettuce, tomatoes and mayonnaise from the fridge. He peeled off the onions, garlic and the cucumber. He then set aside the cucumber, chopped the onions and garlic into tiny pieces. "I hope she will like this one," Klaud breathed out heavily while he mix everything on the bowl. He then wiped the plate with a clean, dry cloth and put the salad on it. He looked at it for a moment as he knew that there was something missing. Klaud remembered the basil leaves. He quickly opened the fridge and searched for it. "There you are!" He mumbled in a hot, jaw-dropping way.

The staff returned, carrying a large tray of our orders. “Alright, here's your Caesar salad, just like you ordered.” She said with a smile as she placed the dish in front of us. The salad looks fresh and appetising with crispy croutons and parmesan cheese sprinkled on top . “Thanks.” Dylan mumbled as he returned a smile at her. We grabbed our forks and began eating, our eyes locked on each other. The attention we got from the other customers made me uneasy once again And then, my thoughts drifted towards that question I've always been wanting to ask Dylan..

Please let him have the wine. Stephen walked in and gave me a half-smile, and I smiled back, or tried to, with my lips barely moving. "I opened the wine and placed it on the tray," I said quickly, hoping my tone didn't reveal how fast my heart beat. He nodded without looking at me, and I said I hoped that was okay. “The only thing left is the salad. He prefers a light lemon dressing, nothing too heavy. I’ll show you how to make it,” I exhaled quietly and moved to the counter as he rattled off the ingredients.

And I swear I nearly choked on my breath. He pulled back, grinning at me. I was even too embarrassed to even look around, especially Sophie. “Can you not,” I whispered, giving him a pleading look. There were literally three pairs of eyes staring at us, not to forget that we were also in public. He shook his head and jolted his chin to the fork. “Eat first.” I chewed my cheeks, my face probably flaming hot red. Swallowing hard, I slowly opened my mouth, taking in as much salad as my mouth could accommodate.

I froze mid-step, my gaze locking with his, his expression was serious, and I could tell this wasn't something I could dodge. “Understood," I replied curtly before continuing to the kitchen. Once there, I surveyed the options: Sandwiches, roasted potatoes, and chicken salad. Opting for the chicken salad, I grabbed a plate, drizzled some dressing over it, and settled onto a stool on the kitchen island. I was halfway through my meal when Andrei walked in, the air seemed to shift immediately. He was dressed casually today, in a grey shirt, and black jeans, and the sight of him almost made me choke on a bite of salad. He paused when he saw me, his expression unreadable.