90 Under the Weather

Before tonight, Natalie had considered the massive grill that occupied the far end of the Valois winter garden as nothing more than a touch of decor. But it was amazing how professionally her husband was able to accommodate her unreasonable craving for corn.

Dancing around the grill was no less fun than dancing with him in his own nightclub. They tossed jokes at each other, laughed, and he rightfully declared himself the Grill Master in no time, proclaiming her his sexy assistant who was only good for tasting how well-done the corn was. She had no complaints.

"Say Ah~," Alonso opened his mouth wide as if he were feeding a toddler.

"Haha!"

Seeing an opportunity, he placed a piece of the cooked corn into her mouth.

"Hot!" She complained.

He pinched her cheek, "I already blew on that one; your tongue is just too sensitive."