Chapter 47 CHAPTER 047
I stay frozen in front of the mirror for the longest time because I am so nervous. I look sensual in my dress. My hair is in a ponytail and I don't have any makeup on. I look vulnerable but classy too.
Taking my latest deep breath, I step out of my room.
"Ah. You look stunning, Amelia." Linc halts in front of the simply laid out dining table, red wine in hand, his eyes tilted up to watch me come down the stairs and I have to do my best not to miss a step and tumble down gracelessly. I tingle under the intensity of his dark eyes. I forget everything. All I see is him. In his white pants that hug his lean hips so sensually, he could be a model. His blue free shirt. His smooth skin. His firm lips.
Linc Dmitri. The man I am helplessly in love with. Shame that he also happens to be my late mother's husband. Well, ex husband but what difference does that make?
He offers his hand when I reach the foot of the stairs, I take it, my stomach knitted painfully with the focus in the dark depths of his eyes.
"Thank you." I whisper but I know he hears me.
He pulls out my chair for me and I sit. The kitchen extends to the dining room with its long luxurious wooden table and high backed chairs. Linc seats beside me. I look at the food and I have to stop myself from salivating. My eyes bulge though and Linc laughs.
"I remember you liked my steak." He says and I blush. I can't even hide it from him.
Linc has made ribeye steak medium rare, oven roasted potatoes and spiced asparagus. It was the first thing I ate in his house. He made it and my mom gushed and gushed about it. I didn't say anything because I was irritated or disgusted or jealous or all of the mentioned. But I enjoyed it. I remember that meal at random times over the years and it makes me smile.
Linc must have noticed. Because I remember I didn't say anything. I just ate and left for my room.
"Yes, I did. I do. Thank you." I say smiling at him and my heart skips a beat to see him smiling back at me. Linc, smiling. My heart feels full. This is so dangerous. God. I can't be feeling this deeply for him. I would only be hurt. It would hurt really bad when I inevitably have to go. When this has to end.
"You are welcome." Linc says and I pick up my fork.
"Ugh. It is so good." I moan around my first bite. I couldn't control it. Linc just laughs and I savour the rich sound. This must be heaven. We have this ease between us now that I never thought was possible.
"You are welcome." Linc says again with a chuckle.
We eat in silence for a while. The flavours bursting in my mouth makes my eyes water. It is not so much about the fact that I am eating the best steak ever made, but about who made it. It makes it all the more special. I try to eat as slowly as I can to make it last longer but it finishes too soon anyway.
Linc pours me a glass of red wine and then he gets up, I look up at him with questioning eyes but he just gives off a small smile and goes back into the kitchen.
He comes back with a bowl and I gasp.
"You have got to be kidding me." I say as he spoons out a sizable portion of tiramisu. It is my favourite dessert and I feel like I could cry tears of real happiness.
"What? You love tiramisu. I had the chef make some the last time he was here."
"Nothing. It is just that you are being...I don't know." He is being what? Acting like we are dating? I can't even say that out loud without seeming crazy.
"I am being what? Nice? Really, Ames? That hurts my feelings. I believe I have been nothing but always nice to you." He says, his full lips curving upwards and I am slightly taken aback by the teasing nature of his deep baritone. This side of him makes me swoon. How much more can I take before blurting out that I am in love with him again?
"I...I didn't mean it like that." I say. I bite my tongue so I don't really say what I meant.
"Don't mind me. I still feel like an asshole about this morning so I guess I am overcompensating. I am really sorry about barging into your apartment like that and accusing you carelessly. That is no way to act." Linc squeezes my hand on the table and gives me a painful smile. My heart melts. Just fucking melts out of its hold.
"Well, if this is how you apologise, maybe you should act like an asshole more often." The smile and forgiveness shines in my eyes, and his frown lifts so he rewards me with a heart stopping smile.
Is he kidding? He apologizes with an orgasm and now he has made me a meal with dessert. How much better can it be?
"Be careful what you wish for, Ames darling." He says.
I remember when I used to scream at him to stop calling me by that term. And I just smile at him. We have come some way.
"Well, thank you for the wonderful treat." I say, forking chunks of tiramisu into my mouth greedily. I should feel more self conscious and act classy but it is tiramisu. I can't help myself.
"You are welcome." Linc says watching me.
"Aren't you going to have some?" I gesture at his empty plate. His eyes are on me and I feel the self consciousness creeping in.
"No. I have a better idea." Linc leans into my personal space and he darts his tongue out to lick the bits of tiramisu around my lips.
Goosebumps explodes on every inch of my skin.