ROBYN
I found my husband in his office with a deep frown between his eyebrows, an elbow resting on the armchair, and two fingers pressed against his temple. He was reading something, probably a new business idea.
“Hey, baby.” He didn’t even lift his gaze. He was too engrossed to care that I was already taking off my robe, dropping it on the chair.
Then I closed his laptop and cleaned his desk, placing everything on the coffee table, and all he said was, “I’m almost done.”
“Right. Take your time.” I sat on his desk and slid my ass to the center so that I could lie down on his long and sturdy wooden desk. “Would you like to help, husband?”
“What?” He finally lifted his gaze from the papers he was holding. His eyes were wide, and the papers went flying on the floor. His mouth hung open
