Chapter 43 Churning Butterflies In The Kitchen

• ROSALINE
• Just imagine, you walk down the marble stairs while following the trail of a certain aroma that crawls into your nose, and when you get to the source of it, you find the sexiest man you'd ever laid your eyes on in your kitchen with a cute apron draped over his chest. In this case, I didn't have to imagine it because it was happening right before me.
• A gasp slipped from my throat. It was a shabby way to announce my presence, but it was the best I could do. There wasn't a single shirt in this room aside from mine. Why was he doing this to me? My eyes raked over his bare arms and biceps. Whatever he was doing had him flexing his back, and every single movement of his had me gasping for air. Gerald was absolutely breathtaking. His pants hung around his waist neatly— at least he hadn't forgotten to wear those.