“Why not? Who dictated that in a partnership, the woman must take up cooking and cleaning?” Rosalynn countered.

Brian held her gaze, a challenging glint in his eye. “Fine, I’ll cook you breakfast if you dare to eat it.”

Rosalynn’s mind flashed back to Brian’s attempts at peeling potatoes an image that provoked both amusement and concern.

She decided to let it pass. After all, a man who could ink a contract worth hundreds of millions was not cut out for menial chores.

Silence descended on the room as they ate in peace.

“Where do you plan on living, here or at my place?” Brian asked, his plate nearly clean. He dabbed at his mouth with a napkin.

her sandwich. Rising from the chair, she began clearing

watched her lithe figure move around

were extensions of men, who

here, living under her roof, he found

essentials here later. We

a sideways glance at Brian, Rosalynn

‘air enough.”

brisk nod of approval, Brian couldn’t

shot up

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