Then, he continued as he remarked. “You should be more careful, Alina.”
I turned away from him, trying to calm my racing heart as my fingers twisted together on my lap.
“A special dish for the madam,” the chef said, laying the food on the table.
My stomach growled in approval. And only then did I remember how long it had been since I had eaten a proper meal. I could feel the chef’s heated stares on me as he dropped the sauce closer to my side of the table.
“You look beautiful. Can I…”
“You must really hate your job,” Draven's dark voice cut him off. He sat casually on the chair like he owned the place. His back leaned on the seat as he stared at the chef, his gaze thick with venom.
And then, he stretched his hands, drawing my chair towards him, as the sound echoed around the ro
