Maya's POV

"I'm not going anywhere on an empty stomach," I stated, arms securely crossed over chest.

Theresa rolled her eyes, laughing. "Fair. We'd better eat. I'm already starving."

I raised an eyebrow and gazed at what she was wearing. "Aren't you changing at home?"

"Ah, no," she patted her tote bag. "I came prepared. Got my clothes, makeup, even my perfume. I'll shower here."

I gave her a narrow-eyed look. "You planned this, didn't you?"

She winked.

I sighed. "You do know that ...