Connor put on an apron, and I shamelessly stared at him with lusty eyes. I have a weakness for men who can cook, okay?
Then I suddenly realized I was lusting over Connor of all people and snapped back into reality. Get a grip, Anya!
"I am making steak and grilled potatoes. Does that sound good?" he asked.
"Yes, chef!" I declared. He grinned and got to work. I watched those muscular arms peeling and chopping the potatoes with grace and felt my body heat rise. I am going crazy, that's for sure.
"You're staring," Connor said suddenly. Dammit, I got caught.
"No, I wasn't," I denied.
"I see you looking at me, Dimples," he accused me again.
"Whaaat! No way. I was staring at those potatoes. They look...um...very attractive," I mumbled.
"A ha...sure you were. Just admit it, watching me coo
