“Fuck, I forgot that the food critic’s coming tomorrow.”
There was still light shining in Adelaide’s eyes, but it dimmed. As if she saw someone lurking in the shadows holding a box full of thoughts she didn’t want. She scrunched her brows together in the shape of aV. “What was it that you were going to tell me?”
“I’ll…” We stared at each other. “Tell you later.” Unintelligible, coded words lingered between us. “How about we enjoy today? Our first day as a real couple.”
“Are you bribing me into staying with you?”
“Definitely.”
Adelaide stormed off her chair and jumped for me. I caught her before she slid down. Legs around my waist and arms wrapped around my neck. “Consider me bribed.”
She giggled when I kissed her, but it morphed into a moan when I bit her bottom lip to let me in. I could kiss her forever. Fuck, we could die like this, and I’d be fine.
Her phone started buzzing again.
She sighed irritably against my mouth before she patted my shoulder to let her down.
Completely shutting her phone down, she turned around with a wide smile and hugged me.
“You’re not gonna answer it?”
“You’re my first priority starting today.”
As much as I loved fucking hearing that, there was a nagging feeling in my gut telling me if I didn’t tell her today—I’d be fucked.
FORTY-FOUR
ADELAIDE
Moonshine opened in full blast.Lo-fi music played in the background while people were talking and eating. I asked him to bring me back to his kitchen. I wanted to see him in his natural habitat, cooking and doing what he loved the most.
I’d seen him be CEO of Moonshine, but not be the chef. I had to say it was fascinating. The way his hands kneaded dough, or how professionally he cut vegetables.
They weren’t only talented in satisfying me.
When Christian spoke to his team of cooks, I busied myself with what I saw earlier. The same eyes haunting me while Christian was on the phone.
Her brown hair blurred in the corner. The small head peaked out before vanishing.
It wasn’t possible that Ayeza worked at Moonshine, right?
He would have told me if she was here.
Brushing the image aside for now, I’d ask Christian later—when we were out of this fluttery phase. I didn’t want to ruin what we had going on, especially since being anusis new.
Lounging on one of the counters, my feet dangled in the air. I was the professional taste tester and the kinds of food that blessed my tongue were heavenly.
Christian turned around and smiled when he saw me munching on a kabob. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
“Tell me about this food critic?” I asked.
Vegetables sizzled on the stove. “He’s part of the International Food Committee. It’s taken me three years of convincing him to taste Moonshine’s food.”
Blasphemous. If I were a food critic, I’d accept Christian’s offer within a heartbeat. Free food made by an attractive person,count me in. “How’d he agree?”
He flipped the vegetables with the pan. “Pretty sure it was after he found out we got married.”
Maybe I wasn’t completely useless. “At least something good came out of this for you.”
