Billie was definitely jealous of my man's cooking skills. Her big ego can't let her admit it though.
The dinner date was dreamy.
At the upscale restaurant, Jack reserved a special spot for us with a splendid view of the city. He served us the sweetest chicken fillet and pasta with some white wine. Billie doesn't want to admit it but she was impressed. More than impressed, actually. She's even calling Jack by his name now. He's no longer the "Man Maid".
Jack joins us when we are done with the food.
I sneak to the washrooms, leaving Jack and Billie at the table.
I'm washing my hands in the sink when the door swings open. A caucasian woman in a short red dress walks in and stares at my reflection in the mirror. Her lipstick is as red as the dress.
"You're a lucky girl." She says with
