TIMOFEY
We walked together into the dining room. Akim has arranged the food on the table and then seemingly disappeared.
I look around, expecting to see him spying on us from the corner of the room. The man is a hopeless eavesdropper and irritatingly invested in my "love life," a misnomer if I've ever heard one.
Sure, I want to touch Piper. Sure, I want to fuck Piper. But I don't want to—
"Oh, for God's sake, Akim," I spit under my breath.
In the center of the table is a lit candelabra. Five flickering candles in a gold fixture, a scene taken straight out of a fairy tale.
The bastard is determined to piss me off.
Piper stops suddenly and wrings her hands in front of her chest. "You looked concerned," I observe. I nudge her forward and pull out a chair. She drops into it and I push her into the table. "Were you expecting hamburgers and plastic containers?"
