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Kylian's POV

I enjoyed surprising women with my culinary skills, relishing in their unexpected delight at finding out I was more than meets the eye. "The total package," I quipped to myself as I busied myself in the kitchen. For Yvonne, I had prepared a tantalizing meal of linguine with a rich homemade sauce, complemented by perfectly cooked steaks. The wine I selected was a perfect match for the occasion, adding an extra touch of elegance to the evening. Everything had to be flawless; after all, I needed to impress her, even if I had teased otherwise. This dinner was part of my strategy to win her over to my proposal.

Setting the candlestick on the table, I carefully placed the tall, white candle in its holder and lit it, casting a warm glow across the room. I knew the allure of a homemade candlelight dinner was hard to resist for any woman. Soft music wafted from the speakers in the ceiling, creating an ambiance of intimacy and romance. The lighting was just enough to create a cozy atmosphere without being too dim, and I dressed in a pair of slacks and a crisp white long-sleeved shirt, sleeves casually rolled up to just below my elbows.

I was all set, hoping fervently that she wouldn't stand me up. As soon as the door buzzer announced her arrival, I instructed the doorman to send her up. Waiting in the hallway, I was taken aback by how stunning she looked when the elevator doors opened.

"Hi," I greeted her, taking a step forward.

Her expression seemed to warn me to keep my distance, so I obliged, using the moment to admire her in the elegant black dress she wore. Her hair was artfully arranged in a loose bun, framing her face with delicate tendrils that softened her features.

"I'm here," she muttered, her tone lacking enthusiasm, but I welcomed her presence nonetheless, determined to chip away at her defenses.

"I'll pour you a glass of wine," I offered cheerfully, refusing to let her subdued mood dampen my spirits.

"Thank you," she replied, following me into the kitchen.

I noticed her glancing around at the pots and pans in the sink, and I quickly redirected her attention. "The steaks are ready to go. They've been marinating all day. Have a glass of wine while I fire up the grill," I suggested, eager to impress.

"You cooked this?" she asked, with genuine surprise.

"I must admit," I chuckled, "I did manage to impress you."

Her eyes widened slightly. "I'm impressed," she conceded.

With a playful wink, I teased, "Well, hold on tight, because you haven't seen anything yet, darling."

Glancing at her wine glass, she mused quietly, and I knew I had her intrigued once more.

"We'll have to put that to the test. I've encountered quite a bit in my time. Many promises made, few fulfilled," she murmured in a husky tone.

Her challenge was palpable, and I relished the back-and-forth banter. She brought a refreshing energy to our conversation.

"Why don't you take a seat in the dining room? Dinner will be ready in about six minutes," I suggested.

She shrugged casually. "Or I could stay here and witness your culinary prowess. Watching you in action sounds intriguing."

Turning to face her, I offered a smoldering gaze, enjoying her teasing nature. She had no clue the game she was playing.

"Your company would be most welcome," I replied, returning my attention to the cooking.

Once the steaks were cooked to perfection, I carried them to the dining room. She followed suit, carrying the wine bottle. We settled in and savored the meal before it lost its warmth.

Leaning back in her chair after finishing, she dabbed her mouth with a napkin. The soft candlelight bathed her in a golden glow, accentuating her beauty. My mind wandered, envisioning her in a different light.

I couldn't help but let my imagination run wild; the desire to see her naked, lingered in my thoughts.

"So, about this proposal, I need more specifics," she inquired.

"Specifics? Are you asking for a detailed plan on how I intend to impregnate you with my child?" I teased, noticing her blush.

She shook her head quickly. "No, not that detailed."

Smiling at her reaction, I said, "What kind of specifics are you looking for then?"

"What are your expectations from this fake engagement? Do we have to go as far as getting married?" she questioned.

I shrugged, considering the implications. "It might be necessary. I'm not entirely clear on the terms of the will. I know an heir needs to be produced, but I'm unsure if marriage is a requirement."

"You're so matter-of-fact about it. Are you planning on a clinical approach, like using a turkey baster?" she joked.

Her comment caught me off guard, nearly causing me to spill my wine. "That's not exactly how I envisioned it. I'm not even sure how that would work. But I'm open to exploring some fun aspects if that's what you're suggesting. I'm not opposed to adding excitement in the bedroom."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "No, that's not what I meant at all. I was asking about the logistics. Is this a one-time arrangement?"

I casually lifted a shoulder. "Well, that's up to you now, isn't it?" He questioned, "You have the means. Why not consult a professional?" I wrinkled my nose in response. "My equipment works perfectly fine," I countered. 

She scoffed, her tone laden with implications. "I'm sure it gets plenty of use, which is a matter I'd like to discuss." I couldn't help but grin. "I'm healthy and cautious. That's why I haven't fathered a child by now."

"Perhaps I'd like some assurance," she challenged. I met her gaze playfully. "Interested in inspecting the merchandise?"

"You're quite sure of yourself," she noted.

"I know my abilities," I assured her. "Why don't we give it a try? Consider it a test run."

She shook her head, cutting to the chase. "You invited me here for sex, didn't you?"

"Maybe," I replied nonchalantly, pouring more wine. I was enjoying the evening. The sexual chemistry in the room was off the charts. I could practically taste it. No, it was my olfactory sense that was messing with me. I could taste vanilla when there was no vanilla in the food I had made. It was her scent.

"Yvonne, you can't deny there's a certain spark between us. Ever felt something like this before?" I inquired, my tone tinged with excitement.

She shrugged casually, masking her interest. "Yeah, maybe."

 "You're breathtaking," I confessed softly, earning a curious yet amused look from her.

"Why the intense stare?" she questioned with a hint of a smirk.

"I'm imagining the ways I want to explore with you," I admitted boldly. "Your beauty is captivating. I can picture savoring every moment, appreciating every inch of you."

Her lips formed a small 'O,' her breathing audibly heavy. "And your lips. Oh, the possibilities," I murmured, my gaze fixated on her pretty, pouting mouth.

She shook her head as if trying to dispel my words. Leaning in closer, my hand ventured from her knee to her smooth thigh. "You're incredibly soft," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.

"We shouldn't," she replied with a hint of uncertainty.

"Why not?" I challenged, meeting her gaze directly. "I can assure you, the pleasure will be unparalleled. Let me show you the ecstasy you've been missing. It's a no-strings-attached trial, a taste of what could be."

Setting down my glass, I rose from my seat, offering my hand to her, testing her resolve. When she accepted, allowing me to guide her to stand before me, I knew I had piqued her curiosity. Our proximity sparked a charged atmosphere, but I held back. I was the one who was running the show.

She met my gaze, her expression wary. "This feels risky," she admitted, her eyes briefly flicking to my lips.

"I believe you need to embrace a bit of adventure," I encouraged, meeting her eyes with determination.

"What if we're not... compatible?" she voiced her concern.

Smirking, I replied, "I'll prove time and again that we are. Let go, and I'll show you a world of pleasure. Together, we'll be perfect."

Her playful smile teased, "You seem quite sure of yourself."

"I've had my share of positive feedback," I shrugged confidently. "Maybe that's why."

"What if I accept your challenge, and you don't live up to your claims?" she whispered, her tone challenging.

Her challenge ignited a spark in me. "Is that a dare? Are you daring me to make you climax?" I countered, my voice low and confident.

She appeared a bit nervous, a reaction I expected. "It's not exactly a challenge. I just wonder if you truly know how to please a woman. Talk can be cheap," she remarked, her gaze steady.

"I assure you, there's nothing lacking," I asserted, reaching for her hand.

Her gasp indicated surprise as my hand moved between us. "What are you doing?" she exclaimed.

"I'm willing to let you explore," I offered boldly. "I'm not fully aroused yet, but your touch can change that."

She withdrew her hand abruptly. "No," she asserted firmly.

"I know you're curious," I persisted, unfazed. "I have nothing to hide."

There was a moment of hesitation, her resolve wavering. I could sense she was on the brink, just one touch away from being completely swayed. I reached out, lightly tracing her bare arm with my fingertips, gradually lifting her chin to meet my gaze. Despite her heels, she was almost eye-level with me, a proximity I found enticing.

"Do you taste as good as you smell?" I inquired, my breath mingling with hers.

"Only one way to find out." She replied and curled a hand around the back of my head to dip my head towards hers.