Taming The Las Vegas Playboy Chapter 42 - Rules of The House (1)

Wirata took the opportunity that Stefan was shouting at his bodyguards to hide the well-washed squids, boiled and ready to add in the pan later. She didn't think he noticed it before. It was hidden behind other things.

When the bodyguards had disappeared, Stefan finished his tomatoes. He went to the sink to wash his hands. Felt pleased with himself that at least he did something.

The tall figure stood with his arms crossed watching Wirata pouring some cooking oil into the wok. When the oil heated up she threw chopped garlic and onion in. the aroma suddenly roamed the kitchen. She definitely knew how to cook. It's quite entertaining to watch her move with efficiency. He smiled when seeing her putting the big king prawns in the pan. It was his favorite!

"Pass me the soy sauce." She ordered him. The aroma of the fried garlic and onion was throughout the kitchen. He was pleased when imagining the big king prawns in his plate, lots of it!

Stefan was so hungry and could eat a horse. The reason that made him forget his lunch because he was busy planning and expecting the stubborn woman to show up at the vet clinic!

"Soy sauce? Which one?" He asked, looking at the jars and the sauce bottles. It was Ben who sometimes used this kitchen. Obviously, his man had bought some cooking seasoning to store in the kitchen.

"The dark brown and if you can read, it does tell you which one." She said. Stefan gave her an unhappy look, disliked her sarcastic statement. Anyway, he bent his head to read closely and picked the bottle of soy sauce.

"Here! And I am not here for you to boss me around."

His voice was telling her that he was the boss, not her.

Stefan stood behind the slender figure. Couldn't help to sniff her cheek.

"Smelling so good." Stefan murmured in her ears. Wirata turned to send him a daggered glare.

"I mean fried rice." He said with a straight face. She turned to stir in the pan. He bent to kiss her neck this time.

"Hm, smelling lovely."

He whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist, putting his chin on her shoulder to look into the pan.

"Hey! Don't!"

Wirata shouted. She felt like stamping hard on his foot but she was busy stirring the fried rice.

"Don't 'Hey' me. Keep doing what you're doing." Stefan said and kissed her neck again.

"Go set the table, Stefan. If you are here to help me."

Wirata told the boss who hugged her tightly and messed about. Now he put his face at the crook of her neck, making her hair stood up unreasonably.

Stefan shook his head.

"Did you hear me? Don't boss me around. Who do you think you?"

He scolded, but then gave a hard peck on her cheek and walked to the cabinet.

Wirata glanced and saw that he brought out the plates, silver cutlery, and cloths. He walked to the long dining table and started to set everything.

Wirata lifted her eyebrow in a surprise that he could do the job. She then hurried to add the cooked squids into the pan and stirred quickly, making sure everything was well mixed and thoroughly.

Stefan could set the table because he remembered it from his mother. She did it often when he was young before his parented had separated. He had raised at the family big mansion in Boston, where his father was living at the moment. His mother moved to live in a house outside town. His parents were separated since Stefan was thirteen years old.

A few minutes later, the fried rice was finished then Wirata quickly made soup and fried eggs, sliced cucumbers to go with the fried rice. Three menus for four people.

It was about 10.30 p.m. when everything was set and ready.

"Hey, you two. The food is ready. Bring some wine. Tonight I want to drink WINE!"

Stefan called Ben and James who came back a while ago. They were in the living room playing games letting the boss and Wirata busy in the kitchen. They did not want to interrupt, thinking that the boss might want to spend time with Miss pretty Wirata alone.

Stefan looked at Wirata he grinned when seeing her cheeks flushed. Yeah, the idea of drinking WINE made his blood heat up right away!

When Ben and James came in the large kitchen. Saw that the table was already set and the boss was sitting at the head of the table. There was a separate dining room next to the kitchen but they were using the table in here which was convenient. Ben put the wine glasses for everybody. James opened the bottle of wine then they sat down on the left of the boss.

Wirata put the soup pot in the middle with small soup bowls, a big plate of sliced cucumbers, and a plate of fried eggs. She was standing opposite Ben, where her seat was, a nice bowl of fried rice in front of her.

Ben pour some wine in Stefan's glass, James's and for himself.

"What about you, Miss? Would you like some wine?" Ben asked Wirata politely.

"No. Thanks. I will have orange juice." Wirata said.

Ben stood up, walked to the fridge and poured some orange juice into a glass then walked back, put it in front of her.

"Thanks, Ben."

"You're welcome. " Ben replied and sat down.

Stefan lifted his glass and the three clinked their glasses to each other.

"Cheers!" They said in celebrating tone.

Stefan had no caste with his followers because they had been through a lot together, wading through the bullets and fights countless time. They, in fact, were more like true friends. Even though as the boss, he sometimes used intimidating voice and shouted at them. But Stefan knew they were thick skulls and sassy. They weren't scared of him, they were just the world-class pretenders!

"Everyone please listen to me."

The voice of the chef announced, causing the three men looked up at her in surprise expression. They immediately wanted to know what she was going to say.

"I won't be circuitous to waste time. Since the four of us seem to have to live together for a while as your big boss has commanded. Therefore, we should have a few rules for living together, just for peace sake. "

Wirata said to open the ceremony of eating fried rice!

The three men turned to look at each other. Still not sure about the purpose the speaker had in her mind, so they were quiet and continued listening.

"Tonight is already a little late, so I will only set up a couple of rules of cooking and eating. If I cook, everyone has to eat it all, do you understand? Whatever is in the plate must not be left. Because there are so many starving people on this planet and we shouldn't waste and throw food away. It will be a shame, right? Even you are rich, but everybody should have the responsibility in helping protect the earth and the environment by not throwing food away. " Wirata made a long speech.

"I don't care about being Superman to protect the earth. But just curious to know if I will have dinner tonight or tomorrow...? "

The dashing voice of the boss interrupted like a person whose patience was running low.

"Please say 'YES' if you understand what I say and agree. The first rule, eat whatever I cook for you, eat everything edible on the plate. Otherwise, don't expect me to cook for you again."

"Yes, Miss. Understood." Ben and Jame hurried to say. Wirata nodded then turned to stare at the boss. The boss stared back. He leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms.

"For peace sake. Yes. And please serve now before I change my mind and throw the food in the bin and eat something else instead!"

He gave her a scowled look and sent the message about what he would eat instead of the food!

Chapter end