I step closer to him. “Are you seriously rolling your eyes at me? After using my oven as your personal laundromat and almost setting the building on fire? You have got to be kidding me.”
Max is very “rules for thee but not for me” with his tirade about professionalism. He put a sweaty rained-on t shirt in her oven that’s used for her bakery. Despite his assertions that it’s clean, it’s fucking not and it’s extremely unsanitary.
