One of the five beautiful won in the house. Not just pretty—elegant. Confident.
The kind whose presence could silence a room.
She t his gaze with calm poise, unbothered by the curious stares now forming around them.
"Morning," she said softly, folding her arms on the table.
Ross studied her for a mont, then leaned back slightly in his seat, smile deepening. "Didn’t expect company."
"I didn’t expect to be hungry again," she replied, glancing aningfully at his plate.
A pause. Then Ross chuckled—a low, quiet sound that rumbled from his chest.
He cut a piece from his dish and slid the plate slightly forward.
"Curious?" he asked.
She tilted her head. "Very."
He handed her the fork.
All around the patio, the rest of the housemates watched in silence, unsure what was happening—but knowing one thing for sure:
The walls around Ross were starting to crack.
And soone had just stepped through.
The woman picked up the fork with delicate fingers and speared a piece of at from the plate.
The aroma alone was enough to make her pause—it was rich and layered, subtly spiced, and unlike anything she’d ever slled before.
Just as she raised it to her mouth, Ross’s calm, confident voice stopped her.
"A word of warning," he said, his smile lazy but teasing.
"Once you taste my cooking, everything else will taste like trash."
She glanced at him, brows lifting in amusent.
"Is that so?" she asked, her voice light but laced with curiosity. "Let be the judge of that."
There was a brief silence between them as she placed the piece of at in her mouth. She chewed once—and then her eyes widened.
Boom.
A detonation of flavor erupted on her tongue. The taste was transcendent, a perfect harmony of sweet, savory, smoky, and spiced—each note distinct, yet seamlessly blended.
The sensation didn’t stop there.
As she swallowed, a ripple of warmth coursed through her body. Her breath caught.
It wasn’t just food—it was an experience.
Her back arched slightly in her seat as the sensation flowed from her mouth down her throat, then radiated outward like a slow-burning fire.
Her skin tingled, her heartbeat quickened, and every nerve in her body seed to wake up.
A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips, much to her own surprise.
She closed her eyes for a mont, overwheld by the pleasure.
"What... what is this?" she breathed, her voice husky.
Ross chuckled softly, clearly pleased. "Just a little sothing I whipped up."
"It’s... it’s unreal," she whispered, staring at the food now as if it were so sacred relic. "I’ve never tasted anything like it. I feel like—I don’t even know how to describe it—it’s like I just had the best feeling of my life, and all I did was chew."
Ross leaned back slightly, enjoying her reaction. "Told you. You won’t look at ordinary food the sa way again."
She opened her eyes, still slightly dazed, and gave him a look that was a mix of admiration and disbelief.
"You should be arrested for making sothing this dangerous."
"I’ve been told that before," he said with a wink.
Still reeling from the taste, she slowly reached for another piece of at—this ti with both excitent and a touch of fear. If one bite had done that, what would the second do?
"I want more," the woman said, her voice soft but firm as her eyes remained glued to Ross’s plate.
There was still plenty of food left—perfectly grilled at, golden vegetables glistening with oil, and an aroma that could stir the dead.
She didn’t bother hiding her craving. It wasn’t just hunger now. It was curiosity. Desire.
A need to chase that euphoric sensation she’d just tasted.
She lifted her gaze slowly, eting Ross’s eyes with expectant calm.
Ross chuckled, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at her.
She was stunning—sharp eyes, full lips, proud posture.
But right now, she looked a little undone.
That single bite had shaken her composure. And he knew it.
"The first bite was a freebie," he said, flashing a mischievous smile. "From here on out, you’ll have to pay."
Her expression flickered, amusent flashing behind narrowed eyes. "And what kind of paynt are we talking about?"
She asked like she didn’t already know. But there was tension now—excitent, and maybe a little bit of dread. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
Ross leaned back, taking his ti. "A kiss," he said casually, "for the next bite. And the one after that... I get to fondle your boobs. Bare."
For a mont, she just stared at him. There was no shock in her expression—no offense, no dramatic gasp.
Just... silence. Her lips parted slightly, and a slow breath escaped.
And then she laughed, a short and dry sound, shaking her head as if disappointed, but not surprised.
"They were right about you," she said coolly. "You’re exactly the kind of scum they warned about. One bite in, and you start acting like a sleazy bastard."
She pushed her chair back, stood gracefully, and turned on her heel.
Her steps were asured and smooth, her chin held high, her posture regal.
She didn’t look back—not even once—as she walked away from the table and into the hallway.
Ross watched her go, the grin never leaving his face. He wasn’t bothered.
Not in the slightest.
Because he saw what she tried to hide. The hesitation. The way her breath hitched.
The fact that, for one split second, her eyes had dropped—not in disgust, but in consideration.
The way her fingers had brushed against the table’s edge longer than they should have.
And, of course, the fact that she hadn’t actually rejected the food.
She’d rejected him—at least for now.
But he knew.
The taste still lingered on her tongue. The sensation still clung to her skin.
That first bite had set sothing in motion.
And no matter how she tried to resist, she would be back. Sooner than later.
Ross leaned forward again, picked up his fork, and took another bite of his own food.
"Mmm," he murmured, savoring it. "No one walks away from perfection forever."
He didn’t need to chase. The fish had already taken the bait.
And she was hooked.
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