DRAGOȘ
I had no idea why I was doing this. Fukayna smiled as she watched me preparing a late dinner for her at my restaurant one Monday night. It was a miracle there had been no unwanted visitors for the past week. Maybe they would just let me breathe for now, and then, they would try to take me down again later. Because of that, I needed to stay vigilant to keep my life safe.
“Remind me why I’m letting you into my kitchen,” I uttered, as though begrudgingly. My eyes strayed her way. She was seated on a stool next to the long island table, resting her elbow on the surface, and her palm was on her cheek. She had that dreamy look in her eyes while gazing at me.
“Because you can’t resist me, Dragoș,” her sexy rejoinder.
A smile almost appeared on my lips, but I suppressed it, giving her a
