DALIA'S POV
At first, we settled into an easy conversation. Talking, laughing and joking around. With a glass of wine in hand, we talked, drank, and refilled our glasses until the bottle of wine was finished. It was really nice to finally relax and just have a good conversation. Gradually, the conversation died down into a comfortable silence as Sly continued to cook. It was then I started noticing Sly’s ulterior motives. His eyes lingered on me at intervals whenever he was doing something that could be misconstrued as s****l. Even as simple as the way he washed the carrots.
I wasn't the one being cooked, but why was I the one feeling hot? The temperature was high, but it definitely wasn't from the heat of the food on fire. It was the constant subtle glances from Sly. The intentions in
