Chapter 9
Clara sipped her wine and tried to ignore how incredibly sexy the man standing in front her was. Elian’s top two buttons of his shirt were undone, a smattering of dark hair peeking through the vee of the neck. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, allowing his large hands the freedom to manipulate the large saucepan with ease. Each time he picked up the pan and flipped the ingredients and nothing splattered over the stove, counter or floor, Clara was more impressed. He was easily six feet tall and even barefoot in his kitchen he towered over her, but she didn’t feel intimidated by his build. He was masculine and strong and yet at no time did she feel threatened or at risk; it was easier to let her guard down around him.
He was also very bossy in the kitchen and had been ord
