THERESA
“Well, Alpha, what do you think?” my mom asked as Nikolai took his first sip of the soup.
“It’s good,” he replied.
“It’s nice having a beautiful woman cook you a hot meal, right?”
My cheeks heated. Goodness, why was my mom making this dinner so awkward?
“Mm,” Nikolai responded noncommittally.
“Terri can cook all sorts of wonderful dishes. What would you like to try next?”
Nikolai let out a breath, and then responded, “I am happy with Tasha’s cooking and I am also happy to eat American food. Terri does not need to go out of her way for me.”
“But Terri is more than happy to go out of her way for you.” Could my mom make it any more obvious what she was doing? My body was on fire with embarrassment. I was ready to tear my mock neck off with how uncomfortably hot my neck and che
