Page 98 of Mayhem and Minnie

It’s been a few hours since I made contact with those big eyes of hers, but every time is like the first time. They’re so striking, it’s impossible not to be shaken by the sight of them.

If in the beginning I would have said she was cute, perhaps pretty, now that I know more about her—and I’ve tasted her food—I can confidently say she is…stunning.

I stare at her, salivating worse than I did five minutes ago when I got a whiff of the curry.

But this new information showed me a new side of her. One that I’m looking forward to exploring more.

Minnie takes off her apron, folds it, and drapes it over a chair. She follows behind me and asks, “Where are we going?”

“You’re going to put on some nice clothes,” I instruct.

“Why?” She stops in the middle of the hallway, her hands on her hips as she glares at me.

For some reason, this mutinous glare of hers has grown on me. It’s quite…cute. And although I don’t like the way she always ignores me, I have to admit she’s damn cute when she’s angry—not that I want to anger her more. On the contrary. From now on, operation make Minnie happy is in motion.

“We’re going to grab some dessert.”

Her eyes light up despite the fact that she tries to curb her excitement.

Aha, I was right. Sweet things are the way to her heart.

“Dessert?” she repeats, licking her lips.

“Yes. There’s a really good cookie shop in the next town over. We’ll grab some and come back to eat.” Not that I would know. But a quick search put me on the right path. And for once, I’ll even indulge in the sin of chocolate—as long as she indulges with me, too.

She smacks her lips together and I can already see the cookie signs reflected in her eyes.

“I suppose that’s a good idea. We do need dessert,” she murmurs. She’s trying not to seem too eager, but I know she’s probably already tasting that sweetness.

She dashes to her room and in less than ten minutes, she’s back downstairs, dressed and ready to go.

I smile to myself.

So far, she hasn’t really had the chance to wear the new clothes she got. We haven’t left the house since.

She’s wearing a pair of dark jeans and a cream cashmere sweater, together with her platform sneakers. As we head to the garage, she puts her coat on and places a long scarf haphazardly around her neck.

I stop her.

“Let me,” I murmur as I take hold of the scarf, wrapping it around her neck and tying it neatly in front of her.

She blinks fast, but as my eyes meet hers, she averts her gaze. A blush creeps up her cheeks.

“Let’s go,” she mumbles under her breath as she all but runs to the car.

We get in the car and I start driving.

It’s been a while since I’ve been in such close quarters with her, and I find the air growing hotter and threatening to suffocate me. Especially with this deafening silence.

Minnie is looking out the window, ignoring me.

We’re a few miles away from the house when I clear my throat.

“I got you something,” I add, feeling rather uncertain.

She turns, raising her brows at me.

Damn, she’s pretty.

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