Kyra’s POV
The scent of roasted garlic and rosemary wafted through the kitchen as I sat at the long marble island, nursing a glass of water while Zaire’s private chef plated dinner. The space around me looked like something out of a luxury magazine. Gold pendant lights hanging above a sleek kitchen, every appliance top-tier, every surface spotless.
I felt like a guest in a movie set.
“I hope you eat steak,” the chef said with a polite smile.
I blinked. “Yeah. Medium well, if that’s okay?”
“Already done,” he said, sliding a plate in front of me with grilled asparagus and herb mashed potatoes. “Zaire said you were eating for two, so I didn’t skimp.”
I laughed lightly, my first real smile all day. “Thank you.”
The food was incredible. Every bite made me want to moan. I was halfway thro
