MAYA’S POV
“I can’t remember agreeing to this,” I protested.
Successfully, Lycan Rasmus had helped me in putting on an apron. He also had one on. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows, he meant business. If only he had listened to me, we wouldn’t be here.
His left hand rested on a sack of flour while he engaged one of the chefs in a conversation. He acted as though I didn’t protest earlier, I knew he would. He would do literally anything to have his way.
All the chefs present in the kitchen used the door, leaving Lycan Rasmus and I alone. I kept my eyes on him while I wondered what his next step would be. He seemed like he had everything figured out already.
“Here you go,” he muttered, and proceeded to push a bowl closer to the center of the table.
He pushed two more bowls, and all I d
