Chapter 95 Making Breakfast
Quinn's POV
The hot night had passed. Leaving behind aching bodies and full hearts.
And now, there was something I had to worry about. How I could cook a delicious breakfast for a famous and experienced chef who was also my future mother-in-law.
Triple kill. Yes, I know. But I won't give up.
With Grayson's help, I'm sure I can do it well.
"Quinny, you won't fall if I leave you to get the meat from the fridge? Are your legs strong enough?"
I immediately raised my knife and pointed it at Grayson, who had moved away from me. "Stop your foul mouth, Grayson. Or I'll make you breakfast this time."
Grayson put on a horrified face. "Ugh, I'm scared. Someone who moans when I put my penis in and screams when I move it now wants to kill me."
I walked towards him with the knife I had left behind. I stood on tiptoe and pulled his ear with all my strength. "You naughty big baby. Feel this. Doesn't it hurt? Okay, I'll add more."
This time I used both hands to pull his ear.
"Ouch, that hurts, Quinn! What are your hands made of?"
I became even more excited to pinch him before he finally wrapped his arms around my waist.
"If you don't want to stop, then I'll retaliate and you can't tell me to stop." Suddenly, Grayson squeezed my butt.
That reflex made me stop pinching him and then I pushed him away. Luckily, I was able to break free.
I glared at him. "Grayson, we're in the kitchen. If your mother doesn't see us, then your maid will—"
"I don't care. You're just trying to make excuses so I'll stop squeezing this sexy, firm butt. Am I right?"
I had no other choice. So I bit his arm with all my strength. Only then did he release his hands from there.
He showed me the bite mark on his arm. "Look, you're more of a wolf than I am," he complained.
I held back my laughter by biting my lip. "That's what happens when you don't listen to me."
"So now you're gonna bite me if I don't listen to you?"
"That's my weapon now."
Grayson smiled mysteriously. He then pulled my shoulders down until I was kneeling in front of him. "In that case, can you bite something else? Something in front of you, for example?"
When I realised he was teasing me, I immediately widened my eyes.
But I didn't stand up right away. Instead, I squeezed his cock until he winced. "Yes, I'll bite it off!"
"Stop, Quinn, stop!"
I then released my hand from his trousers and crossed my arms. It felt very satisfying to see him backing away while holding his cock, which was still covered by his trousers.
"Okay, okay, I won't pick a fight with you. But don't do that again, okay?"
"Why? Are you scared?"
"It tickles, really."
I chuckled mockingly. Then I returned to the ingredients on the table. "We don't have time, Grayson. If you want to help me, then give me your hand. If not, sit at the dining table and wait for me to finish."
Grayson suddenly grabbed the knife from my hand. "I'll help you. We'll make my mum's favourite homemade tacos."
"But don't do everything yourself. Do you know the recipe? If so, tell me how much of each ingredient to add. Then I can do it myself and might need help arranging and serving it."
Grayson rubbed his hands together. "Alright. Let's get started."
I wanted to throw the cooked meat in Grayson's face. How could I not? When I asked for his help measuring the ingredients, he acted like the boss. He pointed here and there as he pleased, and if I made even the slightest mistake, he would always startle me by suddenly raising his voice. Well, it wasn't exactly yelling, but it was enough to surprise me.
I felt like a contestant on MasterChef competing in the kitchen, and Grayson was the judge.
He was very talkative, really!
And to shut him up, I stuffed a taco into his mouth. Whether it fit or not, I kept shoving it in. Only then did he fall silent, and I continued what I was doing.
I had made several tacos. But I didn't know how they tasted yet. Let's just say Grayson was my guinea pig. I would ask for his opinion after he swallowed it.
He gave me two thumbs up.
"What?" I asked impatiently.
Grayson swallowed everything and then looked for water. Only then did he speak. "Very good. You can open a restaurant tomorrow."
I pointed my fork at him. "You're not lying? You're not just saying that to make me happy? Come on, admit it!"
Grayson raised both hands in the air. "Oh my pretty Quinny, no. It's really good. Try it. I'll feed you."
I opened my mouth and took a small bite.
Oh wow, it's really good!
But a second later, my excitement vanished because I knew that the person I was trying to impress was a chef, not someone with an average sense of taste.
"But what if your mum thinks it's not good?" I asked worriedly.
"I'm sure she'll agree with me this time. Even if she says it's not good, she's just pretending because of her pride."
"I don't want to get my hopes up," I replied.
Grayson took off his apron and then took mine off for me. He then faced me and wrapped his arms around my neck. "Quinny, don't worry too much about how she'll react. It's not that important. The important thing is that I approve of the taste. Okay?"
"But I'm cooking for her, not for you," I replied.
Grayson lowered his head and kissed my forehead gently. “Everything will be fine. If she criticises you, it’s only because she doesn’t want to look bad as a chef. And trust me, I’ll have your back.”
“What’s going on? Since when did my kitchen turn into a dating spot?”
I reflexively pushed Grayson away and turned to look at Mrs. Talon. She was still in her nightgown but looked absolutely stunning.
“Quinn made breakfast for us. It was cooked with love and is very special. Wait there, ma, we’ll serve it to you.”
“Oh, you want to show off how good your cooking is to me?”
I shook my head. “It’s not like that, Mrs. Talon. I just wanted to repay your kindness by letting us stay here. Besides…” I glanced at Grayson. “Please consider this my apology for what happened yesterday. I hope you can forgive us.”