The next morning, Khalifa went down to make her breakfast, this time not caring to make anyone else's. Also, she did not bother with a disguise anymore.
One of the few good things about having an intimidating bastard around was that you'd likely be protected from leers of other men. So, she didn't need to endure the disguise, and she could move much more comfortably.
She was peacefully frying herself some eggs when a hot breath touched her ears.
"Good morning." The velvety voice whispered, a warm hand sneakingly touching her curvy hips. "What's for breakfast today?"
"Ham and eggs." She said, skilfully stepping away from his hold without pausing in her task. "My breakfast."
"Where's mine?"
"Make one yourself." She said flipping the food over to her plate.
He watched her hungrily as he watched her videos, heat on his eyes would burn any other woman's skin.
But not with Khalifa.
