Jane
The last few days were hectic. Meghan and Mr. Alexander were all over the place booking this, arranging for that. Emilio took office in the penthouse which was above the laboratory so that we could have lunch and return to his apartment together.
It was starting to be difficult for me as my colleagues knew something changed in my routine. I never took my full two hours lunch break and suddenly I was doing it. Even extending by a few more minutes. There were so many things to do. There were trials going on for the wedding dresses and Meghan took the liberty to add a wardrobe change for me. Even though I resisted till the last minute, her argument of me strolling in the palace with work clothes finally let her have the upper hand.
It was true that I only had two to three casual outfits, otherwise most of them were formals. Emilio insisted on his side that our lunch together should be undisturbed and for only the two of us. On the first day he ordered, and I got to know that he always ordered food when he was working. On the second day when I came to see him, he said.
"Oh, you are here. Sorry I forgot to order. Please order whatever you want, I need to finish this urgently." I smiled as I head to the kitchen and remove the ingredients, I bought with me. After fifteen minutes, I called him and said that lunch was ready. When he came, he was taken aback and stared at the plates for a few seconds before saying.
"You ordered this?"
I smiled and replied.
"No, I prepared it. I do not like to eat ordered food every day. As you can see it is not that good for me" pointing at my body. He growled and spoke.
"There is nothing wrong there" pointing right back at my body. I felt my cheeks becoming hot and before the matter got out of hand, I diverted back to our lunch.
"I hope you like burgers"
He snorted
"Love burgers, but how did you manage to cook all this in less than twenty minutes?" He sat as I place his plate in front of him. I had prepared the salads and patties at home.
The buns were also homemade. I simply grilled the patties and the potato wedges in the oven for a few minutes before assembling everything. I explained how I managed it and he looked surprised. But he did not say anything as he dug into his plate. I followed him and after several minutes our plates were clean. I was about to get up and rinse the plates when he beat me to it. I let him and sat an enjoyed my lemonade.
"You did not tell me you are such a good cook" he said as he unbuttoned his sleeves and pushed them back to his elbows. This simple act made him look so masculine. I stared at him feeling a pool of heat gathering between my legs. He caught my eyes and smirked. I quickly batted my eyelashes trying to cool myself off and replied meekly.
"I am not that good. I simply enjoy eating and cooking"
He shook his head and asked.
"Why can't you enjoy a compliment?" I fidgeted before answering.
"I prefer to not be the center of attention. I don't know maybe I am not used to it" He was staring at me and I could feel his eyes bore a hole through me. I was not liking his attention or maybe liking it too much. I had to do something before I dropped into a puddle. I stood and walked to the sink to wash my mug. He was next to me and he moved away to dry his hand. He had washed all my food boxes and placed them in the rack for them to dry.
So, he was used to do house chores. It was a bit weird as he had an army at his beck and call. As I placed my mug in the rack, his arms circled my waist and pulled me to him. Our faces were barely inches away and our bodies plastered to each other.
"You should get used to being praised my dear wife. Because you have incredible talents..." he then dipped to my ears and whispered
"Maybe you have other talents that I will help you discover" His words brought a shudder in me and I simply closed my eyes as I felt his lips on my cheeks. We remained in the same position for a few more seconds when I decided to open my eyes only to stare in the depths of his blue eyes.