THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 48's. 307 Carlyle Avenue 2
"You cook for me?"
"We got steak, and salad. I'll order more food at an Italian restaurant near here. Or do you want to eat out?" He set up dinner this weekend, I haven't seen him in a week since he last bought me ice cream.
"Can you cook?" It's shock. He can cook.
"No expert but I can."
The Russian mafia who never put women as a priority is able to cook, and willing to cook for me, it would be nice to see her prepare food.
"Alright, I think I'd like to see a Russian Mafia cook it. It looks fun." He immediately smiled.
"Then wait here, I change clothes first. I'll prepare immediately. What do you want to drink? There's cake and fruit in the fridge, you want, grab yourself okay... Consider it your own home." He seems to be letting me do anything here. How many women did he treat like this to smooth the action.
"No, just mineral water." He took out the frozen steak, gave me a bottle of mineral water and went straight up. His clothes are still work shirts. Looks like he had a meeting with someone this afternoon and just got back here.
Before long he returned with a black body-fitting sweatshirt and knee-length pants, his body shape was good, his hands were thick*lu, with that posture which woman was infatuated, which was not crazy, it's not wrong he had to put Anna on as a shield. I saw there was a private gym, he often exercises certainly to get extraordinary posture like that.
I held my breath looking at his burly arm. I once slipped myself in that arm and now still admire it.
As I watched her, she noticed, my face was warming up now, she just looked at me with her little smile.
"Aren't I the one who cooks, right? Or do you want to go to a restaurant?"
"No, I want to see me cooking."
"It's not a complicated dish, but it's guaranteed to be delicious." He seems confident in his cooking.
He picked up a black apron and put it on as if he had gotten used to it. This Russian mafia looks handsome with that apron. He went straight to the kitchen which was in the same area as the family room opened the refrigerator to pick up the materials needed. He understands where the food is.
I approached the large marble table where he worked. It seems that he was also used to knives and kitchen utensils, I looked at him with a feeling of awe.
"So often when I was in school and college. Now it's very rare." He picked up an apple and cut it for me. Several other pieces landed in front of me.
"You eat this first." Sweet, she's afraid I'm starving.
"I help?"
"No, you just sit here, it's just cooking steak. And put the salad dressing." He called to order pasta and calamari.
"How have you been lately?" Alexsey asked first, it seems that she was quite busy, she didn't even send me any messages this week.
"I'm good, there's nothing special I guess. You haven't called lately? You're busy?"
"Ohh I just got back from Mexico yesterday, I have something to take care of there. And today it's a nice surprise to get you through in front of the house." He has a job in Mexico.
"Sir, do you want to cook? Need help?" A forty-year-old Latin woman approached us.
"Ahh this is Maria, she's a housekeeper here. This is Miss Monica. I'm trying to show Maria off, it's okay I can handle this." Maria and I looked at each other and smiled.
"Hallo Mary."
"Good afternoon Miss Monica. Understand Sir, I'm leaving you to show off. Finally Master brought a girl here after all this time. I'm happy for you, sir." What that means is, I'm the first girl he's invited here, so it's true he's never made love a priority before, inevitably I'm flattered for this.
"Thank you Maria, nice to meet you." Maria left and left us.
"Mary has been working here for a long time. I've considered him family. If you want to come here you already have people you know." He's acting I've been a part of everything that's been circulating in his life. But he doesn't mind my friend's status restrictions, shouldn't seduce me or touch me.
I just smiled and greeted him. He saw me at my residence.
"It's up to you I mean, if you want to come here. You're free to do it. No one forced you to come. You are free to decide for yourself." He changed his words. Maybe he was afraid of being too pushy.