(PENNY’S POV)
“I hope you came here with an appetite, Penelope. I made lasagna.” Maximo echoed from the kitchen.
I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped my lips as I walked around the living room, trying to find anything that could tell me something about the enigmatic man I was about to start an affair with. “Ha. Nice try, Max… but you can just come clean and admit that the servants made it. I won’t judge.” I called out, my voice still tinged with amusement.
“I find the fact that you do not believe that I could make something as simple as lasagna very insulting.” Maximo’s voice carried a playful tone as he emerged from the kitchen, holding a tray with two steaming plates of lasagna.
He set them down on the dining table, and the rich aroma filled the air.
Damn, it smelled really go
