Clattering of plates filled the kitchen as Calista gathered the dinner dishes. She reached for a sponge, Orion's hand intercepted with hers.
"I'll take care of this," he said, gently nudging her to the side.
"Calista shook her head, "You did the cooking, I'll do the dishes," she rolled her eyes, "That's like the ultimate kitchen rule."
Orion chuckled and simply carried on gathering the plates inside the sink.
Calista raised an eyebrow. "A CEO doing dishes? What would your people say?"
It was Orion's turn to raise his brows, "My people?" He questioned curiously.
"Yeah, your board of directors or something." she clarified.
He chuckled, his sleeves already rolled up. "They would probably have a tantrum."
"Why don't you have a house keeper like every other big shot?" Calista asked, leaning against the counter.
Orion paused, soap suds clinging to his forearms. "I'm not usually home enough to need one."
"But, you're home now," Calista pointed out.
