INEQUITY
Zheme shoved a bowl of shredded chicken mixed with cheese and a variety of spices over to Lexie. "Here, stir that."
Lexie leaned against the counter, eyes indolently traveling over to Sofia who was chopping god knows what. "Why should I? Sofia's working by herself, if I work with you that would be unfair."
Zheme stopped what he was doing to look at her, pushing the flour tortillas aside.
Unfair...?
You wanna know what's unfair?
The fact that she had willingly made Mark touch her that's what was unfair, yet here she was, acting as if it wasn't a big deal.
But then again, it really wasn't a big deal, it was a humongous one and by the end of the day, he'll make sure she realizes that.
Glaring devilishly at her, he dusted the flour off his hands. "Look you mosquito without wings, you brought me into this cooking mess and you'll be the one to help me get out, so stir."
"No."
"I swear to god Lexie, if you don't do it, I'm not cooking."
"You will."
"I won't."
"You will."