Raegan, speechless, doubted his honesty.

Deciding to leave as there were no other guests, she smelt the tempting aroma of the dishes on the table.

Right after she rose, her stomach rumbled loudly. How embarrassing that was!

Mitchel gestured toward the spread of food and asked softly, “You sure you want to head out now?"

Raegan found herself at a loss for words. Damn! He knew her too well!

The table was laden with all her favorite dishes.

Raegan replied hesitantly, “I guess it'd be a shame to let all this go to waste."

Hearing this, Mitchel leaned in suddenly, his eyes burning with intensity. “Before you enjoy the dishes, can I ask you something?"

They were so close that Raegan could smell his cologne, making her heart race. Was he trying to charm her?

She leaned back, feeling a bit uneasy, and asked, "What's that?"

"Are you happy with it?" Mitchel inquired.

“What exactly do you mean?" Reagan asked, a bit puzzled by his question.

Mitchel leaned in closer, backing Raegan against the wall. "I mean, are you happy with how I've handled things, honey?"

Mitchel's warm breath enveloped Raegan.

Mitchel leaned casually with his right arm draped over the chair's back. His lips were mere inches from Raegan's face.

Raegan's heart raced with nervousness, almost choking her.

Memories of the scene when Mitchel kissed and bit her the other day flooded her mind. The marks of that encounter still lingered on her skin and served as visible reminders during her showers.

The rush of embarrassment made Raegan blush as she thought about it.

She tried to back away, only to find herself cornered by the cold wall, chilled by the air conditioner.

Facing Mitchel who was so close that she could almost feel his Lips on hers, Raegan stammered a warning, “If you... If you come any closer, I will call the police and sue you for sexual assault!"