I can feel Leo’s eyes on me. I had literally gone through everything before selecting this skirt, and I would be lying if I didn’t admit that I had chosen this skirt on purpose. I know that Leo has a thing for my legs, and it’s pretty satisfying knowing I have that hold on him. I really don’t know what I want, or what the future holds, but it’s kind of fun to see him struggle to control himself. I also won’t deny the fact that I enjoy his attention.
I look at him as he places a platter of grilled chicken on the table, along with a bowl of chips. There is a platter of rice and some nuggets, too. Goddess, the food looks so damn good.
“Daddy cooked,” Corrado declares, and I smile.
“Your daddy is pretty good at a lot of things, right?” I ask, ruffling his hair.
“Oh, yes. Daddy is good at everything.”
He nods, and I make the mistake of looking at Leo, who is placing a wooden tray containing four sauces on the table. Why is seeing him in this setting so crazily hot…? I know Raven finds Liam cooking hot, but I never got it. I just felt like,yay I am going to get food in front of me
… but then Leo…
His eyes snap up to mine and my heart skips a beat. I’m sure I have the block up… right?
I almost hear the purr of approval from my wolf under his intense gaze. A man looking at me with pure hunger. Eat me, please.
No, don’t. Go away bad thoughts!
“I never knew you were a good host,” I tease, pushing the thoughts of him shirtless out of my head. Corrado pats the seat next to him, and I slide into the chair.
“I’m not,” Leo replies coldly, sitting down.
“Well… this meal speaks otherwise, or am I just lucky?” I haveto take a picture…
“Yes, Daddy only cooks for Azura and me,” Corrado agrees as I quickly take my phone out.
“That is very nice of your daddy,” I say, snapping a picture of the table. I almost get Leo in it, and I’m not going to complain if I do, but then he sits back, tilting his head as if he knows what’s running through my mind.
Don’t worry, I didn’t want you in the picture, I say, putting my phone aside. He raises an eyebrow.
I didn’t say anything.
“I know that look,” I say out loud.
“Do you now?” He counters. I would say more, but I can see the huge smile on the little gorgeous chipmunk’s face next to me.
“What would you like to eat Corrado?” I ask instead.
“Chips and nuggets!”
“Chips and nuggets it is!”
I place both on his plate before adding two nuggets and a handful of chips to my plate before helping myself to the rice and two pieces of chicken. Yes, I can eat, and I will eat a lot! I only eat less when I have to cook. Leo begins adding food to his plate last, that same arrogant look on his face.
“So, Corrado, I heard you wanted to eat with me?” I smile down at him, taking a bite of my food. I’ll be damned… this chicken and rice are to die for. Damn, the guys got skills, and not only in the bedroom. He nods, swallowing his mouthful.
“I did, but it was Daddy’s idea,” Corrado continues with a suspiciously innocent look on his face. “He wanted to eat with you, too.”
“I didn’t,” Leo adds, frowning at me. Oh, I can’t let such a good chance to tease him pass me by…
“Aww, are you sure, Weo?” I coo teasingly. A flicker of something crosses his eyes as Corrado and I giggle.
“Weo! Daddy’s name sounds funny!”
“When I was little, I couldn’t say the R and L sounds sometimes, unlike you. So, Leo would have been Weo, you would be Cowado.” I smile, remembering I was pretty old when my speech became fluent. There were even a few people who found the way I talked irritating, but no two children were alike. I remember when I finally got a grasp on the letters, I didn’t want to use them out of stubbornness. Besides, Liam fell for everything as long as I spoke like that.
“It’s cuter than how you speak now,” Leo remarks, snapping me from my thoughts.
“Want me to call you Wittle Weo?” I ask with a devilish smirk.
“No thanks unless you want me to call you Lola.” Lola?
“Lola is a pretty name, and so is Weo!” Corrado adds.
“Who is Lola?” I ask suspiciously, narrowing my eyes and watching him eat a forkful of chicken and rice. I am so damn jealous of that fork right now…
“Figure it out,” he smirks.
“I plan to,” I reply, annoyed with that dumb smirk on Wittle Willied Weo’s face. Okay, he’s far from little but still…
I move my leg, tensing when it brushes against Leo’s knee. Our eyes meet, and the intense pull between us only seems to heighten. I slowly move it again, only to knock it against his other leg. I’m sure his legs weren’t this close seconds ago…
I raise an eyebrow, moving my legs away as I pick up a drink bottle and pour myself a glass.
“What do you want to drink?” I ask Corrado.
“I will have the apple juice; you should ask Daddy, too.” Okay, I think this boy is up to something. Even Leo is frowning at him, but I’m not going to break a kid’s heart.
“Tell me, Wittle Weo, what drink would you like?” I ask sweetly, earning a glare from him.
“I can help myself,” he replies, icily biting the metal cap off a bottle of J2O and taking a swig.
“Daddy, we have to be nice to Azura. She’s our guest.”
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