Page 46 of I Accidentally Summoned a Demon Boyfriend

“No,” he muttered after a long pause.

“Stop lying. You hesitated.” I pointed at him and then started singing as I teased him. “You like me, don’t you? You want to date me. You want to be my boyfriend, don’t you?”

“You need to eat.” He ignored my question.

“What?” I dropped my hand. “I just got back from dinner.”

“You went to dinner, but you didn’t eat,” he corrected me. “He ordered for you without asking your opinion. You didn’t like it. I know that because you moved the food around, then stared off into space while he rattled on. You didn’t eat. Rayna, you need to eat.”

“Don’t change the topic,” I fussed. “You’re trying to distract me with food, but I know the truth now.”

He walked around me, picking up my coat from the table and heading for the living room. I watched him ignore me, open the closet, and hang up both our coats, securing my scarf with my coat. Then, still ignoring me, he headed for the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” I followed him.

“Making sure you eat.” He pointed to the bar stool by the island. “Sit and hush.”

“Excuse me?” I rolled my neck. “Don’t order me around in my own home.”

“I know you like to talk, but can you just not right now?” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You better be glad you’re making me dinner, or I would kick your ass out.” I snapped my fingers in his face.

“Right.” He chuckled.

“Do you even know what you’re doing? Can you cook human food?”

“You agreed to be quiet.”

“Fine.” I threw my hands up and watched as the demon moved around my kitchen. “You sure you know what you’re doing? I don’t want my house to burn down.”

I expected him to be a clumsy mess in the kitchen. The entire time I was in his home, I didn’t see him cook. I didn’t even spend time in the small kitchen he had. Whenever we did eat, he went out for food. But he surprised me. Metice moved around the kitchen like a trained chef, only speaking to me when there was something he needed that he couldn’t find.

Thirty minutes later, he sat a plate of tacos and rice in front of me and stepped back.

“Try it.” He nodded.

“If I die…” I frowned, pretending like the look and smell of the food didn’t make my mouth water.

“Don’t be dramatic.” Metice picked up a taco from the plate and held it to my lips. “Take a bite.”

I scrutinized the chopped steak inside, looked up into his dark eyes, and then sunk my teeth into the tortilla. Damn it if it wasn’t the best damn taco I ever had. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and my legs bounced hidden by the counter.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“It’s alright.” I said and took another bite. “Is there more?”

“Why would you want more if it’s just alright?” He fed me the last bite, and I licked the juice from his fingertips.

“Hush and make me another taco.” I grinned around the bite. “How did you learn to make this?”

“I told you I come to other worlds to study,” he explained as he served me another taco. “While I’m there, I immerse myself in the cultures and learn as much as I can.”

“When did you learn to make tacos?”

“Recently.”

“Oh?” My eyes widened as I scooped up a spoonful of rice.

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