A Girl’s Diary novel Chapter 34

I shrugged it all off with an easy smile. 

"Is this the part where I find out you're a serial killer?" I asked leaning on the kitchen counter with a smile on my face. 

"Shana, you really have to stop watching horror movies." He smiled back. 

"Now you're in danger." I shoved my finger in his chest. 

"For your info, I'm the one with a knife." He smirked. 

"And I'm the one with crazy imagination!" I replied. 

"I'll give you that!" He chuckled. "Wanna help?" 

"Sure! But I can't cut anything." I said acting cool. 

"No, no cutting. I need a professional taster." He winked making me giggle. This mission really suited me. I jumped on the counter watching him focused on cooking. 

His muscles flexing while trying to make a spectacle. I suppressed most of my giggles. But clapped every now and then when he would make the fire too big. 

My mouth was watering but then he was finally done. 

"Time for your job." He said smiling. Yay! I hopped down the counter. "First masterpiece, Prosciutto-Wrapped Chicken." 

Looked damn great. I took a bite and almost moaned. And here I thought dad made good food. 

"Nine out of ten!" I announced. 

"Why?" 

"For the hell of it. The cook should be hot to take a full ten." I grinned. 

He sighed. "Secondly, Eggplant Florentine with Fire-Roasted Tomato Sauce and Toasted Ciabatta. Hope you like it." He said holding the fork near my mouth. 

I put it in my mouth. I loved it, especially that it was filled with cheese. 

"Nine point two." I grinned. 

"Now, why?" He said dramatically in an exasperated way. 

"You're nice but not a ten yet." 

"The next one will be a perfect ten. Don't you worry!" He smirked. Out of nowhere, his shirt flew to the ground. He was hiding those abs?! How dare he? "Last one, Tomato Paprika Soup with Grilled Cheese Sandwiches." He winked. I looked at the plate. He made them in hearts. I smiled. 

"A perfect ten!" I clapped. 

"You didn't even try it." He smirked moving the plates to the table. 

"I don't need to," I replied helping with the rest. He went to his room then with a shirt on. I almost made a sad face. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. Were you enjoying the view?"  

"Well, to be honest, you're not Ed Sheeran charming so, good looks can do nothing with that personality." I shrugged stuffing my mouth with all the delicious food. 

"Ouch!" I giggled. I did much giggling today! What was wrong with me? "Did you just admit I have good looks?"