Good Teaser

Marga's P.O.V

She immediately turned to me and tried to smile.

"So ... let's start." She said and raised his eyebrow again and walked to me first.

I secretly mocked her.

We immediately went to the kitchen and she started teaching me. I wore an apron and so did she, terrified of getting her bra dirty without knowing it.

Is that good? I can see the skin of her waist. She's wearing a black high-waisted slacks dyed with crop top which is why you can see the nakedness of her sexiness.

She gave me a recipe book, I read it right away. While he was looking for things to use. The ingredients have already been released.

"It's important for a woman to learn to cook especially when she's married," it's now began.

She said artfully while looking at the overhead cabinet.

I cleared my throat. "I know how to cook." my answer.

"Oh, really?" the sarcasm of its voice can be heard. "Why else would I teach you if you already know?"

Yeah. Really.

I was secretly seduced. What did she think of me like I know nothing? She is not like a best Chef… like she is the best cook in the world.

"Yeah, just don't bake." I just answer while looking at the recipes.

She looked at the recipe and turned to me.

"What do you want to learn in baking?" It asked.

Fry fish! Can a? I noticed that she was examining my face. She with make-up, unlike me.

"Brownies." I answered sparingly with a shrug.

She winced slightly. I couldn't help but stare at her beauty, and it was obvious on her face that she was shouting with artistry even if I just looked at what she was giving me. Or is she just kidding me?

"That's all? There are many recipes that you can study and the others are easy," she said.

"Okay ... how can I start?" I said.

Then she gave me instructions on cooking, like on the right mixing of the ingredients and the correct temperature of the heat in the oven so as not to burn.

I just nodded. I can't deny that she is really good at teaching cooking. She taught me some techniques to make it look even more special and taste good even if you just look at this simple food and easy to make.

"You want to have skills when it comes to cook. Did you know that 'the way to a man's heart is through his stomach?'" she continued to babbling.

While I'm at it, I'm stamping on the container of brownies that haven't been cooked yet.

She kept talking while I was just listening. In fairness, she is really good at teaching.

For a moment I hovered over her whole body, she was beautiful. Sophisticated and obviously rich, it also has conjugation to speak of. I also have a beautiful curvy body, white and reddish unlike my pale-looking complexion. High-cheekbones, pointed nose and relatively thick lips and matched the posture of her face. If I hadn't met her, I would have said that she looks like a model, not a Chef. She is also tall. Something that made the whole thing even better for her.

Is this it, Klark? Are these your types? That almost the boobs will shake when walking. The complexion is also really beautiful. I couldn't help but compare my color to hers. I bit my lower lip.

What skin care does she use? I almost look like a ghost in my skin color, with my long hair up to my waist. I looked like a white lady next to her. And why am I comparing myself to her?

Argh. I refrained from thinking trivial things and distracted myself from doing so. I was immediately distracted when we looked at each other and raised an eyebrow at me. I gulped and I just adjusted what I was doing.

It looks like it was cooked well at first because the measure of the ingredients that was added was correct and it didn't burn. It's also fragrant so I can say that the brownies I made are really delicious.

While I was busy putting in, she was busy unpacking the flour. We have one more to cook. So when I finished, I helped her to fix the bread.

"It's not just what you know-how and you have to know. You must know the secret of how to make this particular recipe even better." She said again.

She then washed her hands afterwards, then she sat down at the counter and lowered herself and looked at me.

She smirked while I'm nodding.

"You know ... Linnaeus loves good food. Because I always cook with them when they have important occasions, and Tita Linea always take me as their chef,"

Narrating it even if I don't ask.

Well, I want to make you jealous that I'm the one Klark chose to be his wife.

But I don't want to brag about that. Err.

"Really?" I pretended to say it kindly to her.

She then raise a brow and nod. "Uh-uh, I must say that Tita Linea also cooks well, you know ... I remember before, she wants the woman her son will marry to be good at cooking." She pouted.

"It's a pity and I thought Linnaeus was still single ..." so what does he want to release? That she wanted to be a wife with Klark?

"You just became his wife, right? Don't say you just want him to be his wife." I whispered to myself.

"What did you say?"

I stopped and turned to her. "Oh, nothing." I swallowed and gave her a small smile.

Once I go back to what I was doing.

"Did you know I always taught Linnaeus to cook before?" she said not to stop blabbering.

I sighed. "Not yet. I just found out." I just said.

"I must say she's a fast learner. Fast. Very fast." she said as if it gave two meanings, he said, even flirting. "He's fast to learn and he's also good at cooking like me."

I'm good too ah? Except in baking.

"Fast, huh." I'll just answer. While the flour I was eating was almost all over.

How fast are you Klark when it comes to women, huh?

After a while, Klark came here again, so this one girl flipped her hair and tilted her head to reveal the neck again and the cleavage that she was lowering came out.

She looks like she's going to bite her neck. It's like she's stiff-necked.

"How are you?" Klark immediately greeted her straight to the refrigerator to drink water.

He hasn't looked at me yet but when he turn to us he looked at me.

This is a chasing look, her body is straight while sitting, she just needs to wave and look like Miss Universe because of her big smile every time she sees Klark.

"We're good. She's doing well, Linnaeus."Mia said.

Klark turned to me and looked at what I was doing. He bit his lower lip and looked away, stifling an amused smile. I looked down at what he was looking at, and I noticed that the flour was completely gone and looked like it had been thrown away.

I rolled my eyes and was confused as I adjusted immediately.

"Oh my god .." I whispered.

"Good." That's all Klark answered.

He was about to leave when Chef Mia suddenly called him causing to turned around again.

"Linnaeus wait! Before you leave, taste this cupcake I made first." she said at the same time she took what she did herself.

Not in the brownies I made.

Not what I did, only what he did before and he gave and fed to Klark. Er.. seriously?

She put the cupcake in Klark's mouth, even though he was hesitant, he turned around first. I gave him a small smile and greeted him with one.

"U-uh ... it's just me,"

"No! You can't hold this because it's still a little hot. And you might get dirty," Mia immediately said that Klark would have taken the fork with the sticky bread that was suddenly left to Klark.

"Here, taste it, it's delicious,"

Klark cleared his throat. I saw doubt on his face but when Mia brought the bread to Klark's mouth like it did nothing. I even saw that Klark was scratching his neck the moment he glanced at me as I approached and was just busy with what I was doing.

I looked up again and then I saw that he slowly opened his mouth and Mia blew her the cupcake. I sighed deeply.

"There!" Mia was overjoyed.

They look like a couple and I work and look like a nanny. Funny.

"Is it delicious?" she asked Klark.

Klark nodded at me again and I averted my eyes again. I don't want him to see me jealous. I was disgusted, and I didn't know what was wrong with this woman who seemed to be joking because it even raised an eyebrow at me. That he was claiming that he had won and that he had just lost one! Tss.

"It's ... it's good." He said seriously. I, on the other hand, am completely mashed.

What does it taste like? It's too soft maybe when cooked. My appearance is obviously polished e. Is that where you pour everything, Marga? Maybe your bread will taste like jealousy.

She giggled. "Well ... when I make it of course it's really delicious! Do you remember then that I always used to come to your house, I also taught you one time," she said flirtatiously again once he caressed Klark's arm again and just went suddenly in the chest of its gentle strike.

"U-uh, yeah, that's been a long time. Since what? College, right?" not sure what Klark said.

They have known each other for a long time. Mia immediately laughed and agreed.

I sighed deeply to reduce the weight of what I was feeling with what I was seeing. I'm disgusted. I hope I don't see like that anymore. It's like I just want to fly something and hit this whore in the face. Is she teasing me to make me jealous and fucking irritated? And if it's true, she's so good at teasing.

"How 'bout you, Marga? Are you done? Are you tired? Do you want to rest?" Klark asked concerned while looking at me.

Mia's eyebrows were ignored even though her eyes were focused on me. Seems to be anticipating. I looked away and looked at the oven first. She will soon be cooked again.

"U-uh .. it's about to cook. I'll just check," I replied.

"Are you done making brownies? Can I taste the brownies my baby made?" Even though I wasn't looking it spoke to me with a smile.

My annoyance and jealousy disappeared in the blink of an eye when I heard the soft voice again and he called me.

The real strength of his impact on my system. Why is he doing this to me? I sighed.

I almost tightened my grip on the hem of my aphron, as if my strength was there to soften what I was feeling...