and watched as he removed items from the refrigerator before placing them on the counter.
“The pans are over in that cabinet,” he told her as he took the steaks and began to season them.
Isis moved slowly to where he'd indicated and opened the cabinet door. There was an assortment of cookware before her and she stood staring.
“What's wrong Princess?” he asked looking up.
She quickly glanced back at him. “Uh...just deciding which one I want to use.”
“I think the larger skillet, since I'm very hungry.” He winked at her.
Isis smiled then turned back grabbing what she hoped was a skillet and turned to the stove. She utilized mostly delivery and the microwave at her apartment. She rarely, if ever used the stovetop. Cautiously Isis turned the knob and when the fire ignited, she jumped. Nervously she glanced back and saw Marc intently seasoning the steaks on a platter. He finished and picked up the meat.
“I'll be right outside if you need me.” He came over and kissed her lips.
She returned his kiss then watched as he picked up his weapon and walked out to the patio. Isis bit her lip and looked at the vegetables he'd placed on the counter then to the pan next to the stove. She wished she had access to her phone. At least she could Google and see what she was supposed to do.
Think Isis...you're smart. Vegetables can't be that hard to cook. They're vegetables, people eat them raw so cooking them shouldn't be difficult, she thought.
She placed the skillet on the very generous flames and grabbed the oil on the counter, pouring a generous amount into the pan. She'd seen the cook use oil to prepare things so she thought it was needed. Isis took the pre-cut vegetables consisting of broccoli, cauliflower, Brussel sprouts and carrots then dumped them all into the hot pan causing the oil to splatter and catch the flames. Her eyes widened as the flames grew and surrounded the pan.
“Oh my god!” she screeched.
Moving quickly she went to the sink and started the water before turning to look for something to put it in. Her only thought was that she had to put the fire out...
Marc started the grill then put his sunglasses on. He placed the prime cuts of meat on the fire before heading back inside to see if Isis needed any help. He heard her cry and switched immediately into agent mode. He was in the kitchen in a flash and quickly assessed the situation. His vision went from the blazing fire to Isis holding jug of water.
He grabbed her. “Isis no!”
She tried to pull away to get to the stove. “Marcus there's a fire!”
Marc removed the jug from her hand and dumped it into the sink. “Don't move!”
He sat his weapon aside then reached inside the cabinet for a lid and rushed over to the stove turning the knob, cutting the fire underneath. Calmly he smothered the remaining flames with the lid, before moving the pan from the stove and sitting it to the side.
Turning he rushed over to her. “Are you okay? Did you get burned?” he asked while looking over her bare arms.
Shaking she answered, “No, I'm fine. Why did you stop me from putting the fire out?”
“You can't put water on a grease fire. It makes the flames spread,” he explained calmly.
“Oh...I didn't know that.”
“What happened sweetheart?” His hand went to her face lifting it to his.
Marc watched in confusion as her eyes watered. “I'm sorry,” she whispered very softly.
“Sorry for what?”
Her face scrunched. “I started the fire...because I don't know how to sauté,” she admitted.
“So why didn't you say that before you tried to burn down Ray's multi-million dollar home?” Marc questioned softly looking down at her.
Isis lowered her gaze. “I didn't know how.”
“Uh, 'Marcus I can't sauté' would have sufficed.”
She looked back at him with watery eyes. “I can't cook. I don't know how. I never had to.”
“Now was that hard?” he asked
“The pans are over in that cabinet,” he told her as he took the steaks and began to season them.
Isis moved slowly to where he'd indicated and opened the cabinet door. There was an assortment of cookware before her and she stood staring.
“What's wrong Princess?” he asked looking up.
She quickly glanced back at him. “Uh...just deciding which one I want to use.”
“I think the larger skillet, since I'm very hungry.” He winked at her.
Isis smiled then turned back grabbing what she hoped was a skillet and turned to the stove. She utilized mostly delivery and the microwave at her apartment. She rarely, if ever used the stovetop. Cautiously Isis turned the knob and when the fire ignited, she jumped. Nervously she glanced back and saw Marc intently seasoning the steaks on a platter. He finished and picked up the meat.
“I'll be right outside if you need me.” He came over and kissed her lips.
She returned his kiss then watched as he picked up his weapon and walked out to the patio. Isis bit her lip and looked at the vegetables he'd placed on the counter then to the pan next to the stove. She wished she had access to her phone. At least she could Google and see what she was supposed to do.
Think Isis...you're smart. Vegetables can't be that hard to cook. They're vegetables, people eat them raw so cooking them shouldn't be difficult, she thought.
She placed the skillet on the very generous flames and grabbed the oil on the counter, pouring a generous amount into the pan. She'd seen the cook use oil to prepare things so she thought it was needed. Isis took the pre-cut vegetables consisting of broccoli, cauliflower, Brussel sprouts and carrots then dumped them all into the hot pan causing the oil to splatter and catch the flames. Her eyes widened as the flames grew and surrounded the pan.
“Oh my god!” she screeched.
Moving quickly she went to the sink and started the water before turning to look for something to put it in. Her only thought was that she had to put the fire out...
Marc started the grill then put his sunglasses on. He placed the prime cuts of meat on the fire before heading back inside to see if Isis needed any help. He heard her cry and switched immediately into agent mode. He was in the kitchen in a flash and quickly assessed the situation. His vision went from the blazing fire to Isis holding jug of water.
He grabbed her. “Isis no!”
She tried to pull away to get to the stove. “Marcus there's a fire!”
Marc removed the jug from her hand and dumped it into the sink. “Don't move!”
He sat his weapon aside then reached inside the cabinet for a lid and rushed over to the stove turning the knob, cutting the fire underneath. Calmly he smothered the remaining flames with the lid, before moving the pan from the stove and sitting it to the side.
Turning he rushed over to her. “Are you okay? Did you get burned?” he asked while looking over her bare arms.
Shaking she answered, “No, I'm fine. Why did you stop me from putting the fire out?”
“You can't put water on a grease fire. It makes the flames spread,” he explained calmly.
“Oh...I didn't know that.”
“What happened sweetheart?” His hand went to her face lifting it to his.
Marc watched in confusion as her eyes watered. “I'm sorry,” she whispered very softly.
“Sorry for what?”
Her face scrunched. “I started the fire...because I don't know how to sauté,” she admitted.
“So why didn't you say that before you tried to burn down Ray's multi-million dollar home?” Marc questioned softly looking down at her.
Isis lowered her gaze. “I didn't know how.”
“Uh, 'Marcus I can't sauté' would have sufficed.”
She looked back at him with watery eyes. “I can't cook. I don't know how. I never had to.”
“Now was that hard?” he asked
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