There were two courses on the menu, both of which he prepared. I tried to act like I wasn't hungry, but his food is just too good. Though it's not easy, I do manage to keep myself under control. As tensions rose, we ate dinner in silence. I could feel his gaze upon me, but I paid him no mind.
I stood after my last bite. "Thanks for the meal." I uttered coldly.
He set down his wine glass and asked, "Where are you going?"
"My room?"
"You wash the dishes."
My eyebrows went up. He squinted thoughtfully.
A questioning "And why would I do that?" That is what I stated clearly.
"Because I prepared the meal. When you're done, you'll have to clean up and do the dishes."
I smirked due to annoyance.
"You made me dine with you, so why would I wash the dishes?" The thought o
