My Lady Chef novel Chapter 18

Ely's POV:

After a light supper, Linda brought me some herbal tea and biscuits as a light snack personally made by the chef in my room. The warmth of the lemon tea soothed my aching body and the butter shortbread cookies went well with the drink and just melts in my mouth.

It seems like the new kid knows his stuff. Once I heal up; I would love to visit the main kitchen and have a little chat with this new chef.

"Is there anything else you need Milady?" Linda asked me.

"Nothing else. You may retire now Linda. Goodnight." I smiled at her as she bowed and left my room.

The room that was given to me was thrice as big as the one at the bridal house. It had a king-sized bed with a beautiful canopy and velvet drapes, the whole room was decorated in tones of soft blue and cream while matching vases, candelabra, and crystal decorations.

There were a separate clothing closet and bathing room with a more spacious area and luxury items that could feed an entire village for a year....

I somehow feel like a tiny child in this decorated ornate space.

A knock from the door near the fireplace made me put down my teacup.

It cracked open and my husband walked inside; his powerful body was clothed in a dark robe that was left loosely against his broad shoulders displaying his washboard abs. It seems like he also showered judging by his damp hair which was tied loosely.

The firelight played with the muscles delineating his tapered waist and hips as he moved with ease, his steps brisk until he came to stand in front of me since I was seated on the couch.

The air around him felt different as his red gaze seemed to pulse like it was alive.

"Uhm...Is there something you need from-"

My question got answered when he sat near me and leaned in to kiss me; My heart pounded the moment his hot lips seemed to deepen the kiss while I felt I slight tickle when his huge hand cradled my jaw.

"Mi..milord?" I sighed huskily as he smiled like the devil.

He pulled me against his hard body but took care not to squish me as he locked lips with me, his kisses were urgent and wild as if he had held himself back for a whole day.

I could not resist him because his raw emotions were all too obvious as he kept me in his arms as he groaned with pleasure when my hands stroked his chest and corded neck.

The room echoed with sounds of our moans and frantic touches as I felt my robe loosen up until I felt his big hand holding my naked back before we reluctantly ended our little session

"Wife." His deep growl sent shivers up my spine. " Do you really want to sleep in separate rooms?"

His fingers tipped my chin gently as I registered what he just said.

At first, I was at a loss at how to answer him but...

"I had thought that maybe you wanted me to sleep here. Is that not why my clothes are here and not in your chambers milord?" I breathed deeply, trying to calm my heart down.

"Milford suggested that you may not be comfortable sharing a room with me....which why I had to move you here....until we come to a decision." he kissed my forehead and then my nose, his hot breath against my skin made my heart race. "Alaina...do you want to share my bed?"

His eyes were like a pair of precious rubies as he took one of my hands and kissed them gently. The way he effortlessly finds the spot that arouses me also easily shows that he pays attention. I really want to agree with him and share his bed...

Until he tires of me and hunts for another lady he fancies.....

That thought was like ice water entering my veins. This is a marriage of convenience which means that he may want me now...

But what will happen if this lust between us fades...