Ana's POV
When I saw Morris walk into the office, his expression was thunderous. Before he could launch into whatever lecture he had brewing, I jumped in.
"Look, we've been together forever and you've never even tasted my cooking. So just eat and don't complain," I said, gesturing to the spread I'd laid out.
Morris clamped his mouth shut, swallowing whatever he'd been about to say.
He settled beside me, accepting the chopsticks I offered.
"That's one of your yearly kitchen privileges down," he said with a smirk.
He meant the ridiculous rule about me only being allowed to cook a limited number of times a year.
I let out a defeated sigh. "Whatever."
There was no point arguing when Morris got like this.
He picked up a rib and bit into it.
I watched him intently, eyes bright with anticipation. "So? How is it?"
Damn, this is actually amazing, I could see him thinking, though surprise flickered across his features.
