Chapter 40 Scary or Dark Romance?
I smiled, bending to pick up the note as I read through it…
“COME JOIN ME FOR DINNER. XOXO.” I smiled and dropped the note back on the bed. I picked up the shirt, my eyes running over it. It was twice as big as I had expected. I put it on, glancing at my reflection in the mirror. A chuckle escaped my lips because I looked like I was wearing a gown. Well, thankfully, I wasn't wearing any underwear.
I made my way down the stairs as I approached the dining room. Mr. Mattias was setting the table when he turned to glance at me, his expression shifting from what it was to something totally different: Dangerous Desire.
MR. MATTIAS'S POV
After I had dropped my shirt on her bed with a short note, I quickly rushed to make dinner—my favorite meal, pasta. Although she doesn't know this, I'm sure she's going to be shocked at how random it is. But not until she tastes it.
I can remember vividly the day I learned to cook pasta with my mother; I was eleven. I miss those times. I miss her.
As I set the table, I noticed Shimma making her way down the stairs. I turned to glance at her, and everything around me seemed to pause for a whole minute.
Gawd! Who knew men's shirts could be this sexy? No! It's not the shirt; it's her. Shit, I can feel myself hardening. Now I don't want to eat this meal I took my time to prepare; I want her, right now. I want her right here.
As she makes her way down the stairs, I can't help but advance toward her. Her eyes lock onto mine, her hair messy around her face. Shit! I fucking want her. I can't wait.
“So, what did you make?” she asks, her eyes leaving mine and landing on the covered plates. I guess I have to let her eat first, then I can eat her. Damn!
SHIMMA'S POV
“So, what did you make?” I asked, my eyes leaving Mr. Mattias and landing on the table filled with covered plates.
He turned to the table, a smirk escaping his lips. “Open them to find out,” he said, shifting one of the chairs backward so I could take a seat. Then he went to sit right across from me.
I rubbed my palms together, my eyes fixed on the plates as I watched him uncover them. As soon as my eyes landed on the pasta, sauce, and meatballs, I could feel my smile slowly fading away.
I looked up at him, raising a brow. “Pasta?” I asked. He nodded.
“Shocked, right? Well, don't judge until you’ve tasted it,” he said, handing me a fork.
I took the fork from him, twirling the pasta around it as I took a bite. Mr. Mattias watched patiently, waiting to hear my response.
“How is it? Do you like it?” he asked. I nodded, taking more bites. This was the best pasta I had ever had. This was the best food I had ever tasted. No offense, but he cooks pasta better than my mom does.
“You want more?” he asked. I nodded; I swear I couldn't get enough.
After that, we had cake and yogurt for dessert.
After dessert, Mr. Mattias asked if I wanted to watch a movie. It was Saturday night, and there was no reason for me to say no; after all, I wasn't feeling sleepy yet.
Mr. Mattias got some snacks from the refrigerator, dropping them on the coffee table. He reached for the remote but then paused, turning to me. “Scary or dark romance?”