It was 10 a.m., and Raef was still wearing nothing but his pants, walking through the kitchen like World War III had just erupted there.
He cracked two eggs. The first fell in with its shell. The second… vanished under the table.
Siyan suddenly walked in—her hair a sexy mess, wearing his oversized white shirt, stretching like a cat crawling out of a wet dream.
"What are you doing, world-class chef?"
"Trying to make breakfast."
"Oh? Does that include setting the kitchen towel on fire?"
He looked behind him. Yep, the towel was on fire.
"Sh*t—!" He rushed to put it out, cursing the eggs, the pan, and physics altogether.
Siyan laughed and came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Let me show you how to fry eggs."
"Like this?" she said, pressing her chest against his back, guiding his hand to the pan.
"Siyan… I can't focus!"
"Exactly. I'm teaching you in a special way."
Then she whispered,
"Eggs need heat… just like me."
And before he could process it, she licked his ear.
"Siyan!! We're gonna burn the kitchen down!"
"Let it burn… just don't burn my lips."
She spun him around, hopped onto the table, spread her legs, and pushed the frying pan aside.
"Raef… do you know where I want you right now?"
"In the pan?"
"In my mouth… with the eggs."
"Siyan, that's not healthy!"
"I'm a vegetarian—but you're the exception… living protein."
…
Thirty minutes later, the frying pan looked like a piece of abstract art, the kitchen was a battlefield, Raef was sitting on the floor catching his breath, and Siyan was still on the table… eating a raw egg.
She smiled and said,
"Wanna know a secret?"
"What?"
"I wasn't hungry… I just wanted you… fried."