Chapter 1067 Put Her Finger into His Own Mouth
Back in the day, Alfred would crash with the Gordon Family whenever he rolled into town with Mateo. But this time? Nah, it was different. Only Samantha was living at River View Estate, and he felt kinda weird about staying there.
Alfred figured in Samantha's eyes, he was just a dude, not someone she'd catch feelings for.
His eyes dimmed a bit, and he came up with a lame excuse. "I might snore and freak you out."
Samantha cracked up. "Alfred, we've known each other since forever. How could I be scared of you?"
Alfred just grinned and started putting the groceries in the kitchen.
Samantha trailed behind, giving him the once-over. "But you're right, you're not getting any younger. Time to start caring about what the ladies think."
He turned around to see her smirking.
"Alfred, spill it. What kind of girl are you into? I know tons of cute chicks. How about I set up a dinner while you're on break? Maybe you'll hit it off with one of them?"
Alfred thought, 'Is she seriously trying to set me up?'
"No thanks," he shot back, pulling out the groceries.
"Why not? You're already twenty-three. You should dive into some epic love story." Samantha blinked. "Let me think. I have this high school buddy whose grandma lives in Elmrest Springs. She’s here every summer. I'll call her tomorrow and set something up. Heck, I'll call her now."
Seeing Samantha about to dial, Alfred quickly stopped her. "No need. I already like someone."
Samantha's eyes went wide. "You like someone? Who is she? Do I know her? Which family is she from?"
Her questions came rapid-fire, full of nosy curiosity.
Alfred's eyes flickered. "Don't ask. It's not a thing yet."
Samantha tilted her head, teasing, "So, you're crushing on someone?"
"Yeah," Alfred admitted.
Samantha was all ears, "Alfred, who is she?"
He tossed some veggies into the sink, dodging the question. "I'll tell you when the time's right."
"Oh, come on, can't you tell me now?" Samantha whined, dying to know.
"Do you still wanna cook?" Alfred deflected.
Samantha pouted. "You're not the Alfred I used to know. Now you have secrets."
Alfred looked down, staying quiet. He didn't want secrets from her either. But he couldn't spill the beans. If he confessed his feelings for Samantha, she might kick him out on the spot.
"What should we start with?" he changed the subject.
Seeing he wasn't gonna budge, Samantha sighed. "Let's start with the shrimp."
"Alright," Alfred said, washing the shrimp.
Samantha pulled out her phone, ready to follow a cooking video. "Let me see how to cook this shrimp. Hmm, looks easy enough. Shouldn't be too hard."
She watched the video, listing the seasonings needed. Alfred quickly gathered everything and set it on the table.
"Okay, got it," Samantha said, ready to dive into cooking. She had this pure, stunning vibe, but her knife skills were a mess, making her look out of place in the kitchen.
"Samantha, are you really gonna cook? The kitchen's gonna get smoky. How about I cook, and you can take the credit?" Alfred suggested, worried she'd be bothered by the kitchen chaos.
"You serious? I don't fake it. Move over!" Samantha, looking all confident, grabbed the knife and got ready to chop the veggies.
"Hold up."
"What now?"
"Don't you have an apron?" Alfred asked.
Samantha glanced around. "I don't think so."
Honestly, Aaron and Nora never thought Samantha would actually cook. The kitchen was more for show. Besides the basic stuff, all the ingredients were bought by Samantha and Alfred.
Alfred hesitated, then took off his shirt and draped it over Samantha. "Don't mess up your clothes."
His slender fingers buttoned up the shirt for her and rolled up the sleeves twice.
Samantha blinked, feeling a rush of excitement, and couldn't help but want to snap her fingers. 'Damn, what a sexy body!'
Alfred was rocking a two-piece outfit. Underneath the shirt, he had on a black fitted tank top. It perfectly outlined his muscular upper body, thanks to years of martial arts training. He was all strength and sex appeal.
Her intense gaze made Alfred a bit uneasy. "What's up? Something wrong with me?"
Samantha blinked and grinned. "Nah. Aren't you worried I'll mess up your shirt?"
Alfred shrugged. "If it gets dirty, I'll just wash it."
Samantha smirked. "If my clothes get dirty, I can wash them too."
"If my clothes get dirty, whatever. I wanna see you looking clean and neat."
Samantha teased, "Alfred, you're getting smooth with the ladies. Have you said this to your crush?"
'I'm saying it to my crush right now,' Alfred thought but changed the subject. "You sure you don't need me to cook?"
Samantha, not getting the answer she wanted, pouted. "Alfred, you're no fun."
She then deliberately wiped her hands on Alfred's shirt, her eyes locked on his, looking all provocative.
Her childish antics made Alfred chuckle. He didn't say anything, just let her mess around.
Seeing Alfred stay cool, Samantha huffed and gave up teasing him, turning to chop the veggies into small pieces.
Her movements were clumsy and slow.
Alfred wanted to help but held back. He was envious of the guy Samantha liked and wondered what kind of person he was to make her cook for him.
"Done, but it looks kinda ugly," Samantha said, not happy with her knife skills.
"It's cool. The effort's what counts," Alfred reassured her.
"No way, I want it to be perfect," Samantha said sweetly.
Alfred smiled. "Ready to start cooking?"
"Yeah, where's the oil?"
"By your feet."
Alfred reached for the oil bottle, but Samantha beat him to it. "I'll do it myself."
Alfred paused and stepped aside, watching Samantha pour the oil into the pan.
When the oil was hot, he reminded her, "Samantha, you can put the shrimp in now."
"Okay." Samantha followed his lead and picked up the shrimp.
The shrimp had sharp spikes, and as she looked at the hot oil, she got distracted and pricked her finger. She yelped and quickly dropped the shrimp.
"What happened? You get pricked?" Alfred rushed over and grabbed her hand.
Seeing a tiny drop of blood on her finger, Alfred's expression changed, and without thinking, he put her finger in his mouth.
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