Desiree’s POV

He's finished painting my figure after an hour, and I want to take a look for it, but he doesn't want me to. He simply placed it in his lengthy secret box and barred anyone from accessing it. When he noticed me coming towards him, he chewed his bottom lip and asked, "Do you want to eat something?" He asks me a question, and his voice is warm, deep, and soothing.

"What do you mean?" I wonder since I'm not sure whether he's talking dirty with me or not.

He chuckles softly, I don't see him smiling anywhere, he looks serious outside with his employee and now he...