"Everything today is on me; no need to save my money!" Anabelle Jones said softly, her gaze lingering affectionately on Sienna Johnson.
To Adrian Desmond, an unspoken, intense chemistry seemed to simmer between the two women. Reeking of an affair! He, her rightful husband, was standing right here! How dare this... this androgynous creature flirt with his woman? Did she not want to live anymore?
Adrian Desmond's face darkened. "That won't be necessary," he stated coldly. "I don't like my woman spending other people's money!"
Seeing the growing awkwardness, Sienna quickly intervened. "Let my husband pay. He has more money than he knows what to do with. Next time, when this big spender isn't around, you can treat me."
She winked at Anabelle Jones, who laughed, the sound more refreshing and hearty than conventionally feminine.
Adrian Desmond cursed inwardly, That despicable pair!
"Alright! Next time you come, I'll cook for you myself," Anabelle offered.
