Riya's POV
When I got home, the smell of delicious food wafted into my nose and I salivated as I diverted my feet into the kitchen. As I walked into the kitchen, Hiram was just rounding up with cooking. He had an apron over his singlet and his toned, strong and sinewy hands. As my eyes took in his well-defined, muscular body, I salivated the more, instantly wanting him in place of the meal he was cooking.
He raised his gaze to look at me as soon as he noticed me and a small smile played on his lips.
“You came just on time.” He said to me as I walked towards him and stood beside him. “Have you had anything for dinner?”
“Nope.” I shook my head. “Why would I, when I know you were making dinner?”
“How thoughtful of you.” He washed his hands under the running tap and my eyes shifted to t
