She pushes her immoral thoughts to the back of her mind. She clears her throat and tries to change the subject before she jumps on him and rips him apart. Wild.
“Dinner was great. I just remembered I didn't say thanks.”
He throws his head back, rests his neck against the head of the chair and chuckles. His amusement, born from the fact that she's expressing appreciation.
“You're welcome. I’m glad you liked it.”
She more than liked it. She enjoyed every bit of it and has found herself loving his meals. How did he learn to cook like that?
“I must say, you're the first lawyer I know who cooks like a professional chef.” Her compliment is sincere.
His shoulders straighten as he lights up at her compliment. “I don't eat out. I prefer to cook my meals.”
She pauses, her eyes rolling back a
