Chapter 33: Chapter 33
Annabelle's POV
"This is my bedroom. Do you like it?" Stefan said with a mischievous glint in his eye, opening a huge master bedroom decorated in beige, white and earthy browns. My eyes went wide with surprise. Why was he showing me his bedroom?
"Yes, I love it. Your home is awesome," I confessed honestly. It was magnificent actually but I liked his mansion more. It was more homely and welcoming than his posh apartment. "But I love your house more. It's more welcoming," I couldn't help adding.
"Well, I'm overwhelmed. But this is also welcoming. You wanna check out the bed? It's very cozy," he whispered into my ear, guiding me towards the huge king-size bed with white paneling and clean beige silk bed sheets. I knew he was teasing me as he always did. It was his nature to get me all worked up and blushing all the time.
"No, I'd rather enjoy the view outside," I answered suddenly feeling shy, trying to escape his hold to go out onto the balcony. But just like always, the man was made of steel and I couldn't escape his hold.
"Scared that I might do this?" He asked in a deep sensual voice that sent a shiver down my spine, as he pulled me close into his arms, his hands rubbing my slender back up and down as his lips captured mine in a wild kiss. His lips were soft and warm and they sent electric tingles of desire coursing through me. He nibbled at my lower lip asking for entrance which I gave him. He plunged his hot tongue into my mouth making me hot with want. His tongue explored and tasted the inner recesses of my mouth in a lingering and passionate kiss. I just surrendered to the possessive kiss, his warmth seeping through my body arousing me, making me want to kiss him back. He kissed more and when his mouth left mine, his eyes dark with desire, I was completely breathless.
I touched his cheek, he leaned onto my hand. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his soft lips, just like I had dreamed of doing. I couldn't understand this new need prompting me to initiate the kiss. My boldness had taken him by surprise, but he quickly recovered and crushed me to his body, kissing me back. He groaned and let me dominate the kiss throughout.
My stomach grumbled embarrassingly, and he broke the kiss and let out a soft chuckle.
"Let's feed you now," he said, picking me up effortlessly on his shoulder, carrying me out of his bedroom down the stairs.
"Put me down, Stefan. I can walk. You're behaving like a caveman, you know," I said irritated with his attitude. He laughed out loud. His backside looked in great shape from where I was upon his shoulder. I wanted to punch him there. I grinned at the thought.
He might have read my thoughts since he placed his free hand on my b*tt, stroking it up and down. It was so disturbing that I could punch him right now.
"Remove your hand from my b*tt, Stefan,'' I growled.
"Nope," he grinned, eyeing my butt. "It's very enticing." He said and I pinched his arm. He chuckled loudly.
We went straight to the deck downstairs where he slowly put me down on my feet, brushing my body against his, his eyes not leaving mine. Such a tease! I had to admit to myself, I loved it but nevertheless, I glared at him.
"What was that huh?" I glared at him. He laughed, a happy one that seemed to be coming straight from inside him, a low rumble. It sounded so good. It seemed that he was very happy.
He clicked his fingers in front of my eyes. "Earth to Rosy. Sit, I'll go and get the food," he said, turning to go inside.
"Let me help," I said, ready to follow him.
"No please, you relax, I'm getting the food. I insist," He said and disappeared inside.
I smiled at his keenness to impress me. It felt so special to be treated like a queen.
I sat down at the cozy teak wood dining table with a bunch of red roses in a glass vase at the center. The entire deck was decorated with tea lights in soft hues, lanterns, and floating candles, casting a soft romantic glow to the whole place. Stefan had put so much effort into this date. I was impressed. The cool breeze sent a shiver down my spine. I should have worn a jacket.
Stefan came with a handcrafted wooden serving trolley, laden with food, plates, and cutlery, a bottle of champagne, two flute glasses, and water amongst other things. I helped him place the food on the table. There were creamy steak fettuccine, cheesy garlic soft butter rolls, and cheesecake stuffed with strawberries. We heaped food onto our plates and sat down opposite each other.
"This is delicious. Who made it?" I said, tasting the creamy steak fettuccine, as a soft moan escaped me.
"I made the fettuccine. The rest of the dishes Jenny helped," He said, eyeing my mouth. Was something sticking to my mouth? I wiped it nervously.
"You made it? I didn't know you could cook," I said, another moan escaping me as the cheese melted in my mouth.
"Stop that, else I will eat you for dinner," he said in a raspy tone with eyes twinkling with mischief. I looked up at him with confusion. Then a sudden realization struck me and I blushed crimson. I tried my best to calm myself. The food was very good. I had to say that he was a good cook. He must have cooked and decorated the place the whole afternoon as Julian said. I was overwhelmed that he took so much effort to make my first date special.
"What are you thinking so much about? Relax, I was just kidding. I won't bite unless you want me to," He said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at him. Stefan and his teasing.
"I was just thinking that you are very good at cooking," I said, finishing my food.
"I am very good at many other things also, wanna try?" He asked with a wink. God, there he started again!
I shook my head vehemently and helped clear our dinner. He chuckled as we washed and loaded the dishes into the dishwasher. Stefan started the dishwasher and we went to the entertainment room, sitting beside each other on the plush huge sofa, sipping on a glass of champagne. After debating on which movie to watch, we decided on Whiplash, an exciting story based on a young jazz drummer.