“Oh my God, why aren’t you dressed yet?” Jason asks as he walks into the kitchen.
“Asks the man who just stepped out of his study,” I say, cleaning my hands on the kitchen napkin. I’m making dinner. Jason invited his grandmother over for dinner at his place. Tracy’s going to serve us. He’s using this dinner to find out if his grandmother is genuinely the one behind this fiasco.
“It doesn’t take time for men to get ready.”
“I’m almost done here. Once I’m through, I’ll get ready.”
“This is why I didn’t want you to cook. I could’ve just asked Jessica to work today,” Jason says, walking over to me by the stove.
“Today is her grandson’s birthday. There’s no need to make her miss a special occasion when I know how to cook.”
“I should’ve hired a private chef,” Jason says, wrapping his arms
