And right on cue, her stomach grumbled loudly much to her embarrassment. Her cheeks turned red.
"You are truly hungry," Rhett said teasingly.
"What would you like to eat? I will ask the chef to prepare it for you immediately?" He asked as he helped her to their room.
Genevieve shook her head, "not the chef,"
"Uhmm, what did you say?"
"I said I do not want the chef to prepare any meal for me and besides it's late and they must be resting for the night so I wouldn't want to disturb them." She said.
Rhett stared at her, "So what do you suggest we do?" He question folding her arms around his chest.
Genevieve fiddled with the helm of the robe with her eyes down, when she was bold enough she said, "I want you to prepare the food for me yourself. I want to eat what you prepare," she answered cutely.
Rhett blinked and acted like he didn't hear what she just said.
"Uhmm….what did you say?" He asked.