StephanoXReader - French Delicacy pt 2

You blinked at him, the name rolling off of you for a moment as it tried to register in your brain who it was. It failed.
"Who?"
"Jesus Christ! Everybody knows who PewDie is!" Stephano snapped, crossing his arms. You narrow your eyes and glare at him. Now he was just being rude!
"Well, I don't! If you'll excuse me, I have to go to work!" You whirled around, heading for the kitchen. As your fingertips brush the doorknob, strong, masculine arms wrap around your midsection, tugging you back.
"My apologies, Mademoiselle. I did not mean to be rude. I am very 'ungry and a tad lost, so I beg you excuse my be'avior." The deep, rhythmyc tones of the golden Frenchman's voice sent chills down your spine. He was surprisingly warm, and smelled nice. Part of his robes brushed against your legs, slightly tickling you. For a moment, you felt like leaning into the motion. But you leaned away anyway, not giving away your thoughts.
"I can get you something to eat," You tell him, "And my boss might be able to help you get directions."
Stephano removed his arms while you spoke, and replaced them so that they just barely rested near your hips. You moved, leading him into the kitchen.
"There's not that much food," You warn him, handing him a plate of some small cream puffs.
"Oh! C'est tres bien!" A wide grin spread onto Stephano's handsome features once more. You had to admit, his smile was pretty damn sexy. As was that accent of his.
While he was eating the cream puffs, you took advantage of the opportunity to check him out. He was tall, surprisingly tall, with muscles that you could make out under the robe-like garment he wore. His personality, which appeared rough, matched his face, which was lined with very small lines of worry. But, the way that he acted when you gave him the food.... there was a good side to this guy, perhaps. When he was finished eating, he went to the sink without a word and washed it before setting it on the counter.
"Oh, you didn't have to-"
"Yes, now I need directions to get to ze Bro Army. 'Ave you 'eard of zat at least?" Stephano asked, interrupting your gratitude.
"Do I-" You stopped yourself from a snide comment, and started your sentence over again.
"No, I don't know what 'Ze Bro Army' is." You sigh, resting your weight on your hip.
"Jesus Chri- where am I supposed to sleep, zen? I 'ave travelled long and far and zis is what I get?" Stephano sighed after his miniature rant.
"I suppose it isn't all bad, I mean, at least I have ze company of a pretty lady." He smiled as he walked closer. You took a step back, hitting the counter as you did so. Your heart fluttered very gently in your chest.
"Mademoiselle..." Stephano murmured, placing a hand on either side of you, leaning forward ever so softly. You closed your eyes. His lips looked kissable. You waited for the familiar feel of lips against lips....