Chap. 9: I'M IN CONTROL

9.

**Easton's POV**

Immediately those words left my mouth, she puffed up her face and glared at me angrily. I have to admit, she looked cute whenever she was frowning like that.

“What did you just say?” She asked, daring me to say it again. Before my mother died, she always told me that, never tell a woman she didn't know how to cook. According to her, it makes them furious, but how can one resist doing it when a certain woman is fun to watch when angry?

“I said your food isn't tasty. You don't know how to cook. You need to go back to culinary school because I have no idea what you just made for me.” I scoffed, scrunching my face in disgust.

She looked at me with that anger still evident in her brown eyes. She heaved a deep sigh and bent to my level, looking straight into my eyes. This lady had some nerves. No one dares to look into my eyes like this.

“I'll act as if I didn't hear what you said because I know what I cooked.” She folded her arms.

“Are you that confident in yourself? I