“I did,” I say, spooning some soup into my mouth. Holy s**t, this is amazing. I school my face into a neutral expression. Give nothing away. Keep your guard up. “Thank you. I didn’t expect a gift.”
He smiles pleasantly. “Had to save my walls.”
“I would apologize,” I reply, “but you deserve it, and honestly, it’s an improvement. This place is decorated like a morgue. You do know that there are colors in the universe besides black and gray, right?”
He chuckles but makes no move to reply as he tastes the soup for himself. I’m over here struggling to control the orgasm in my mouth, but Aleks takes it all in completely stone-faced, like having Michelin-starred food at a spur-of-the-moment dinner is no big deal.
The crab is as delicious as the soup. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy ever
