Chapitre 45: Closeness

Natalie stuttered slightly, caught off guard. "I was just checking to see if you were doing it right and won't ruin my vegetables."

"I almost sensed a pervert here," he commented, picking up another vegetable to wash. 

"Don't get carried away with your imagination," she snapped back, frowning as she turned to face her side of the kitchen counter.

"It's your imagination that seems questionable," he retorted smoothly.

Was he up to getting on her nerves again? Just a while ago in the bedroom, how well he talked like a gentleman, almost making her forget about his mean side. But now he was back to his annoying self, making her want to beat him up.

She nearly slammed the pot she was holding onto the counter and spun around to face him. "What do you mean? What did I imagine?"

Seeing her riled up once more, only prompted him to tease her more.

"Maybe you liked my hands," he suggested with a smirk, "and who knows what else you were thinking."