157 You Make Good Food

Mimi understood what Victor was offering her and honestly, it was quite tempting. When last did someone clean the cobwebs down there? A month? Two months? She couldn’t exactly remember the last time she had sex.

And one thing was for sure, Sex with Victor was going to be an unforgettable experience. The guy knows what he’s doing for christ’s sake – she watched him in the middle of one.

Like the devil entrancing Eve with the forbidden apple, Victor stepped closer to her till their bodies were touching and their breaths mingled. He bent to whisper into her ears, “I remember the way you stared at me that day,”

Mimi gulped yet made no other move.

Victor then drew back only for his hand to graze her arm, caressing her skin in a long lazy trail till he got to her neck and slightly brushed his hand across her collar bone.

Mimi’s breath hitched, he was good at what he was doing. But there was one thing she had never crossed in her life, relationships between employer and employee. It’s usually sweet in the beginning yet gets sour in the end when everything falls apart. So no, she can’t eat this candy, no matter how yummylicious he looked.

Mimi fisted her hands and summoned enough courage to look him in the eyes – without blushing – saying, “So it’s trade by barter now, huh? You see mine, I see yours? I can’t believe you’re still this childish?”

At once the confidence drained from Victor and his morale zeroed down. His charms failed on her?

When he didn’t talk, Mimi went on, “Fine, you can join me,”

.....

Victor’s eyes brightened in surprise and triumph only for her to add, “If you’re ready to lose the source of your future generation,”

His face fell, was she kidding him? She was back to being violent?

With a victorious grin, Mimi was prepared to leave when Victor shouted from behind, “You know, you should be scared, after all, I’m the Mafia’s consigliere, remember? ”

Mimi halted in her steps immediately and Victor smiled thinking that his threat was well received. But to his surprise, she looked over her shoulder saying, “Says the one in touch with his inner child,” Mimi left before he could think of a comeback; She just scored against him.

While in the bathroom, Mimi kept looking over her shoulder, trying to confirm that the conceited Casanova doesn’t sneak up on her in the bathroom and have his way with...

No, Victor was not that kind of person. Moreover, she knew men like that, they don’t chase after their target, they make their target come to them.

In that case, tonight would be great.

When Mimi finally came out of the bathroom, Victor was lounging on the bed, dressed in his own pink organic cotton pajamas.

“And what’s this?” Mimi could already tell what he would say next. Like she said, tonight would be great.

“With that accusing look in your eyes, what do you think? There’s just one bed in the house and I’m not sleeping on the couch, neither are you – my mother taught me to treat a woman better. So get used to sharing,”

“How many girls have you gotten into this bed with this tactic....” Mimi asked, folding her arms across her chest defensively.

“None,”

“What?”

“None of them but you. However, I’m currently testing it out on you and it’s not working,” He said.

Sometimes, Victor was sincere to a fault, and how much Mimi wished it was a lie because if it wasn’t, that means Victor was treating her specially and she didn’t like it.

“I don’t believe you,” She stood her ground, shaking her head stubbornly. This might all be an orchestrated plan and lies so he could get into her pants. And as much as Victor didn’t look like the kind of person to lie on this, men were men.

“You’re the first woman that has been here – well, except the cleaners – but you’re the first guest at my humble abode,” He gestured wide to his place,” And while I could easily convert one of the many spaces to another bedroom, I enjoy my privacy so much I don’t need visitors,” He explained.

“Then why me?” Mimi asked almost immediately, “You said you don’t invite others here? Why did you invite me then?”

“Because you give me good food,”

Mimi blinked, taken aback by that statement. Was he being serious?

“The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I had to protect the source of my food even if that means shielding you in my secret abode,”

Victor was not normal, Mimi concluded. He was doing all this just so he doesn’t lose his food source? Did he like food that much? Or does he just love her mother’s food too much?

“Fine,” Mimi gave in after thinking it over, “I would share the bed with you on the promise you won’t try anything with me,”

“Cross my heart,” He gestured with his hands.

Yeah, that was the problem. That heart.

Mimi climbed into the bed and for someone who wanted to dwell alone in his secret abode, Victor’s bed could host a family of six; it was extremely large.

What was going on in his mind when he got it? On the bright side, it meant there was enough space to keep away from each other.

Lying with her back turned to him, Mimi tried to fall asleep but she couldn’t. Maybe it was because this was a foreign environment – or the handsome candy behind her – that made it hard to sleep.

She then asked him, “How do you even know where to find me? I was careful not to get followed by your men you claimed you placed around me,”

At first, when she didn’t get a reply, Mimi thought he was asleep and turned the other way to confirm only to meet his gaze fixed intently on her.

Mimi knew this was a trap.

Without warning, Victor pulled her to him as she squealed in surprise.

“What are you doing?” Her face was tomato red. Mimi was flustered.

“I would sleep faster with your soft body pressed to mine and don’t worry, it’s an innocent gesture – I won’t touch you improperly,” He said, snuggling up to her.

“Now, this feels cozy,” He sighed, blissfully.

Mimi was confused and didn’t know what to do. Push him away or just endure? But she had to admit, the position felt good – if she could only get her mind out of the gutter.

Well, he said this was an innocent gesture and as far as he doesn’t try anything funny, she would let him be. So the both of them just laid snuggled next to each other, her back pressing against the muscles of her stomach with her butt lighting brushing against his crotch – that was thankfully limp. Amen.

“Regarding your question,” He said with a voice that turned husky with sleep. God, could he not sound any hotter.

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“I placed no one at your place,” He confessed.

Of course, he didn’t. Victor merely scared her. She should have known.

“But I have eyes and ears in the city and it was when I went to your place to get my food that I discovered a little bunny left its hole,” He spoke through a yawn before his eyelid drooped.

Did he come to her place to eat? Mimi was in a state of disbelief. There was no better foodie than Victor. At least, the food saved her life.

A smile pulled Mimi’s to the side before she slowly gave in to sleep.