TEASES IN THE KITCHEN

"Relax, Gia Wilsons! That hot sin in your bedroom is just messing with you." I murmur to myself as I make my way to the kitchen.

Yeah, that should be it. He just wanted to get a reaction from me. That's all. He is just pulling my leg. He knows his spell-binding beauty scares me, and that is the only reason he said that. Just to scare me. What else? Nothing, right? I don't know why I am finding it difficult to believe in my own words, but at least I can trust that Deep is decent enough not to walk in front of me naked. I am sure he can't. He was just pulling my leg. I mean, no, I can't get that picture.

I open the fridge and start taking things out one by one. I don't know where I got that absurd excuse of coming to the kitchen to look for something to cook when I knew very well that everything should be spoiled by now. More than five months is a long time. There is nothing that can save us here except the eggs that were not in the fridge and a packet of pick 'n' peel that has turned into a stone of ice.

Eggs and juice, huh? What sort of food will that be? Deep might even laugh at that presentation. And who needs a cold drink in this weather? Come on now!

I open the shelf where we used to keep the serials and just stare at it. Sure, there is both wheat and maize flour. Scrambled eggs could go well with ugali, for sure. But there are no tomatoes and onions in this house. Chapati and eggs, crap! Laugh at that! Not even an idiot would do such a thing. Those things even take a whole hell of a day to prepare, so forget this wheat. It's useless!

Bitter sigh!

Why did I not think of buying things to cook on our way here, even when the weather was so threatening? This is just so freaking embarrassing! Bringing a guest to our house, and yet I have nothing to offer him? Even just a cup of tea? Who can be that clumsy except the one and only Gia Wilson? My! What now! That Greek God must be on his way down, yet I am here with nothing. Not even empty hope! "Wow, Gia Wilsons! Just excellent!"

"What is excellent?" Ah, shit! He should have stayed back in the room until I was done freaking out. Damn! Did he have to be that fast?

"You." I sput. He raises an eyebrow. "You look just excellent in that T-shirt. You are not that huge after all." I say.

"Huge, Huh?" Okay, now he is really annoying the hell out of me. What's with the fuss about everything I say, huh? I know even Wet has an issue with him, but why this right now when I am freaking out here? Can’t he read that on my face?

"Can you please just spare me the crap?" I snap.

Smile, gone! He turns serious. My faint yell perhaps came out worse than I thought. "What's wrong, Gia?" He asks. Oh, I guess I was too harsh. It's his fault, though. Does he have to make a big deal out of everything I say? But I guess that is how he is, huh? I mean, even the very first day we met, the word "wet" did not sit well with him. "You look paranoid. What is wrong?" He adds.

"Everything! There is nothing to cook here except some stupid eggs and juice." I rant, and he smirks. It seems like his mission today is to annoy me. "Deep, I am serious here, alright?"

"I can see that. I am alright. Don't worry yourself about food. So stop freaking out because you look scary." I breathed out a sigh.

"I feel so bad, you know? I brought you all the way from the city to this muddy place. And now I have nothing to offer you? I feel like total crap." I say.

"It's enough for me that I had the honor to accompany you here, Gia. I am not complaining about anything, okay? I am fine. You can cook for me tomorrow if that is all you want." He says. I'm just trying to make me feel better.

"You don't get it. I will make some fried eggs for us." I say this as I turn to look for the eggs. I hope all that shame can spare me that they are fresh. Otherwise…

"Well, if cooking really is the problem, Gia, I see that you have some wheat flour." Deep says this from so close behind me.

"Yes," I say. Unless he is willing to help, I hope he is not thinking of chapatis. I look at him with a confused look, just the way he is looking at me.

"And you have eggs and cooking oil." He adds.

"Yes?" What is he driving at? Because my demons are beginning to rise again.

"And something like pancakes hasn't crossed your mind?" shieet! Holly crap! I might have left my brain back in my room because, men, how come that never crossed my mind? Now I feel like a complete dumbass. "Come on, I am now hungry, all thanks to you. So let's get to work. I will help you."

Alright. He is now really kidding, right? "You?" I implore.

"Yes. I will do the mixing, and you will do the flying part. The first three are mine, okay?" He says.

"Wait, do you even know how to do that?" I ask again. He looks like one of those kids whose only work was holding a spoon when eating and sleeping. Nothing else.

He turns to me, the smile all gone again. "Gia, what do you think of me? A spoilt mama's brat that knows nothing but signing papers?"

Okay, now that came out so harsh. I didn't mean it that way. "I'm sorry if it came out badly. I am just surprised, that's all. It's not every man that takes pleasure in stepping foot in the kitchen, not to mention cooking, and especially when there is a woman with them and a flour to deal with. So, don't get me wrong." I defend myself because he seems really hurt.

"I get it. Actually, I'll do the cooking. You pull a stool, sit down, and watch Deep Moore Azzua cook for you."

"But..."

"That's an order, Gia Wilsons! Sit and shut up, unless you want to compliment me or, perhaps, surprise me with a sorry kiss." Damn!

Alright. I put my hands up for surrender and obeyed the order of First Lieutenant Deep Moore Azzua. He can go to hell with that fucking kiss shit!