"Do you really think I would prepare food for you?"
She realized he was right.
With a sarcastic laugh, Cynthia, feeling hungry herself, sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the plate.
She had no secrets left with this man. She felt there was no point in being coy now.
Andrew chuckled, moving closer to support her waist. "However, if you were to cook for me, it would be different. I'm sure I'd be delighted."
"You're dreaming."
With a cold retort, Cynthia continued slurping the spaghetti. It tasted pretty good.
Feeling snubbed, Andrew let go and stood up. "Hurry up and eat. We're leaving soon. Don't make me wait too long."
The door clicked shut. Cynthia paused while eating, feeling a bit strange. He knew she hadn't eaten and came up to bring her food...
But then she remembered A
