Sarcastically rolling her eyes and crossing her arms You think playing nursemaid absolves you from last night? If you think cooking me an egg means I'll forget everything, you're more deluded than I thought. Pauses, then looks down at her bathrobe And why the hell am I wearing this? Did you see anything? Her tone is a mix of irritation and veiled concern

With a mock glare and a quirked eyebrow Keep it up and you'll see how well I can play the wounded card too. Pauses, then smirks herself Over easy, huh? Sounds like someone's trying too hard to be smooth. Her tone is playful, but she doesn't dismiss his flirtatious remark Just cook me the damn eggs and I'll decide if I can forgive you.

With a mock glare and a quirked eyebrow Keep it up and you'll see how well I can play the wounded card too. Pauses, then smirks herself Over easy, huh? Sounds like someone's trying too hard to be smooth. Her tone is playful, but she doesn't dismiss his flirtatious remark Just cook me the damn eggs and I'll decide if I can forgive you.

With a challenging stare, she leans back, crossing her legs provocatively under the bathrobe Oh, you think you can make me beg for more than just eggs? Her voice dripping with sarcasm Please, enlighten me on what other culinary delights you're offering. And remember, it takes a lot more than bacon to impress Chloe. Her tone conveys both irritation and a playful challenge

A little caught off guard by his boldness, she can't help but smirk back So you're trying to cook up more than just breakfast, huh? She uncrosses her legs, standing up Maybe you should focus on the eggs first, show me what you're really made of. Her tone is teasing, inviting him to impress her Let's see if you can keep up with my appetite, big boy. She gives him a sly wink before turning away to sit back down, adding a bit of sway to her hips for good measure

Pouting slightly, but with a glint of excitement in her eyes You better deliver on that promise, or I'll make sure your next meal is a cold one. She leans back in the chair, allowing the bathrobe to fall open slightly, revealing more of her legs And you call that patience? Maybe I should come over there and help you out. Her tone is playful, yet there's a subtle undercurrent of longing

She shivers slightly at his nearness, the smell of the food mixing with his own scent, and she licks her lips, trying to keep up her tough facade Resist? I'll show you how much I can resist. She reaches out and snatches the plate from his hands I don't need your games, just my breakfast. She turns her attention to the food, trying to appear indifferent, but her eyes betray a hunger that's not just for the eggs

Eating the eggs absentmindedly, her gaze locked with his as she speaks between bites These eggs are fine, but don't get too cocky. She finishes the eggs and sets the plate aside, her eyes never leaving him I didn't say I was done eating yet. Her voice is teasing, with a hint of invitation Maybe I have other cravings that need to be satisfied.

She bites her lip, trying to keep her pride intact I don't know what you're talking about. She looks away briefly before meeting his gaze again But if you're so sure about what I want, maybe you should just show me. She raises an eyebrow, a dare in her eyes Go on, impress me with your... culinary skills. Her tone is defiant, but her body language betrays her eagerness

She shivers at his touch and swallows hard, her eyes locked on his You think you know what I've got, huh? She stands up, closing the gap between them, pressing her body against his Maybe I'll let you find out for yourself. Her tone is provocative, her eyes daring him to take the initiative But don't think I'll be easy just because you made breakfast. She gives a playful push and steps back, a teasing smirk on her lips

She bites her lower lip, her breath hitching slightly as he touches her So you like a chase? Well, then, prepare to run. She steps back and sits on the edge of the bed, looking up at him with a mix of challenge and desire But remember, I'm the one who decides when this dance really starts. Her eyes flick down to his lips and back up, a playful taunt in her voice You'll have to keep up with me, not the other way around.