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Desiree's POV
He's finished painting my figure after an hour, and I want to take a look for it, but he doesn't want me to. He simply placed it in his lengthy secret box and barred anyone from accessing it. When he noticed me coming towards him, he chewed his bottom lip and asked, "Do you want to eat something?" He asks me a question, and his voice is warm, deep, and soothing.
"What do you mean?" I wonder since I'm not sure whether he's talking dirty with me or not.
He chuckles softly, I don't see him smiling anywhere, he looks serious outside with his employee and now he is genuinely laughing at my nonsense question.
"Are you okay? I am just asking if you want to eat something or maybe you are thinking of something different to eat." He said and drew me closer to him, he smelled my hair and said, "Gosh, you smell good." I don't touch him, I just stand like a paralyzed human being in front of him. "Yeah, maybe I want to eat something."
He look at me with a sparkling eyes, "Do you want to eat my-"
"I want to eat a carbonara." I said. I saw his face became disappointed with what I said.
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