Malachi thought there would be no harm in taking her to the kitchen. She walked like a crippled man all the way to the kitchen.
"You don't have a kitchen maid?" she asked.
"She is only here in the morning. We usually eat lunch and dinner at my mother's home." He explained.
"Why can you cook?" She asked. "You certainly used humans for all kinds of labor work. Could they not cook?"
He smirked as he looked for onions. This sharp-tongued woman. A strange feeling of kissing her to silence came over him.
"Well, I cooked the humans so no. They could not cook." He replied.
"I can do the onions." She said coming too close and pushing him aside with her bare shoulder against his bare arm. She reached for the knife in his hand, her long slender fingers wrapping around him.
He was baffled. Why was she so physical?
