"Why are you here so early in the morning?" She was plodding to the kitchen barefoot, rubbing her eyes as she yawned.
"I'm not going to miss the glorious deets of your adventures with our boss," he maliciously leered at her disheveled look. "I don't expect you to wear that —" he pointed to her oversized shirt like he was disgusted by it. "...with your night shambles with Mr. Tiefenbacher."
She scoffed, pulling a chair and sitting down, only to drop her head to the breakfast table.
"Does our boss tire you that much, Little Miss Jessie?" he wiggled his thick eyebrows on her as he put a plate of ham and eggs sandwich in front of her. "Where is he by the way? Should I prepare his breakfast now, or would you act like a pretty little miss Jessie and bring him breakfast in bed?"
He poured two cups of steaming black coffee that he brought to the table. One for him and one for Jess, who was already eating the breakfast he prepared for her.
