Juliana's pov
When Marcus told me that Beth was a good cook I thought he was just praising her because she works for him. But tasting the food she has made makes me realize that she is an amazing cook. I can't help a moan that escapes my mouth when I taste the grilled chicken. It has a sweet and sour taste which leaves my mouth wanting more. My eyes are still closed when I feel Marcus's stare.
"That good ha?" He asks me with a smirk, the moment I open my eyes.
"You were right, Beth is an amazing cook. I have never tasted a chicken as good as this one." I tell him as I take another bite from the chicken.
"She is really good, wait until you taste her famous Shepard pie. I almost bit my tongue when I first tasted it," he tells me with a smile on his face.
"I can tell the pie was good just by the way your eyes lit up when you were talking about it. I can't wait to taste it, I am sure I will enjoy it." His only response is a huge smile. His smile does things to my mind and body every time. I want to kiss that smile on his face and hear the groan-like sounds he makes. The only problem is that I do not have enough courage to do so.
"What's going on in that pretty head of yours? I bet it is something naughty by the way you are biting your lip." Crap I did not even realize that I was biting my lips while I was thinking about his sinful mouth and how much I want to feel it against me. What am I turning into? I have been a very different person from the day I met Marcus. I am turning into a walking horny mess.
"I am thinking about how your smile always brings me to my knees and how the sounds you make when we are making out drive me to crazy." Comes out of my mouth before my mind can process them. I sometimes wish my filter was not this damaged. Why is it that every single time I need my brain the most it does not react fast enough to help me?
But what can I do? The words are already out and all I can do is stare at Marcus with my mouth open like an idiot. Only I can put myself in these kinds of situations with no way out. Right now I wish the ground would open and swallow me.
The look on Marcus's face is pure sin and makes me want to do sinful things to him. He is looking at me without blinking as if he is afraid I might disappear. The food and the TV have been forgotten. It is only the two of us staring at each other without saying anything. We continue staring at each for what seems like forever.
"The food will get cold if we continue staring at each other like this." Marcus finally says. I don't say a thing but just smile and continue eating my food. What can I even say? I tend to lose my mind every time he is around. It's like the rational part of my brain abandons me when I need it the most and leaves me with the dumb part. The one that only thinks about Marcus's against mine.
"Did you always want to be an IT specialist?" Marcus asks me after a while.
"Not really, growing up I wanted to be a journalist. But after high school, I found out that journalism jobs are hard to find in this country and even if you find one the payment is not good, so I decided to do something I enjoy doing but also something that can help me find a job fast. I have always loved computers since I was a little girl, so I decided to study IT. And as you know IT specialists are not a lot in our country. I love my job, it's the one thing that keeps me going." I tell him.
"I am glad you are doing something you love. Nowadays people are just studying anything as long as it brings them money but they don't realize that they sacrifice their happiness in the process. They realize it when it's too late and there is nothing they can do about it." He says
"What about you Marcus, are you doing what you love?"
"Yes, I am doing what I love. My job is my life. I studied architecture just like my father but I did not just want to design things, I wanted to own them and so I did. I enjoy the process it takes for a building to be up and running. Knowing every detail of it and being part of the process always brings me joy." He says with a smile on his face. The way is talking about his work is what most people talk about their favorite food.
"That's amazing," I can tell that he enjoys what he does, his face lightens up when talking about it.
"I guess we will have to start this episode from the beginning. I think I only managed to watch a few minutes before I was distracted by a certain sexy woman." Marcus says, still smiling looking at the TV screen.
"Yes, we will have to." That is all I can manage to say.
"So, apart from Vikings, what other series do you like?" He asks after some time.
"I love a lot of series but I will just give you my top five. My number one favorite is game of thrones followed by vampire diaries, the originals, Vikings, and last but not the least, the chilling adventures of Sabrina the teenage witch." I have a long list of the series I love but these five are the ones I rewatch a lot.
"Wow, it seems like you and I have a lot in common. I also love these series but I would replace the chilling adventures of Sabrina the teenage witch with Reign. I enjoyed that series and I still do."
"I have also watched Reign and it is a good series, one that I often watch," I tell him.
"Yes, it's one of the good ones. I don't know how many times I have watched." He says with a smile.
Marcus has different sides of him. This Marcus with me right now is different from the Marcus I met at a restaurant and the Marcus who was explaining the painting to me. This one has this look on his face that makes me want to shield him from all the pain the world brings. He looks happy while talking about the series, he looks free and not worried about anything.
"Do you still cry about Francis's death?" I ask him.
"Every damn time." He says laughing a bit. The death of King francis in reign makes me cry everytime I watch it too.
We continue eating in silence with me thinking about how lucky I am that I met someone like Marcus.
"This food is amazing, I don't remember the last time I ate this much," I say, putting my fork down and snapping him out of whatever he was thinking about.
"Yes it is, I have been eating her food for years but I still haven't gotten used to how delicious they always are. I am so full I don't even know if I will manage to have dessert." He says while rubbing his hand on his stomach. "but I can have something else in place of what Beth prepared." He continues.
Right now I don't know whether we are talking about dessert or something else. His eyes have glued me to my seat. The intensity in them is taking my breath away. What is it with him which makes me obey his command even when he does not say anything?
"I will text Beth to come and collect the dishes." He tells me still keeping eye contact with me. He is still looking at me even when he dials Beth's number to tell her to come and get the dishes.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I find myself saying before I can stop myself.
"Like what?" He asks with a smirk.
"like there is something on my face." I lie
"You are right, there is something that I am looking at on your face. Your lips, I am thinking about how much I want to bite them." He says the smirk still on his face.
This man will be the death of me, the way he looks at me makes me feel like the luckiest bitch alive. And if I am not careful I will find myself worshiping him. And losing myself completely to him which I know I should not be doing. But I also know that there is nothing I can do to prevent it.