In my bed, I squeal and bounce around. Why the heck not! Is he attempting to murder me? What makes him say that?
"Mr. Woods, you're a pervert." -IsaBella
"Ms. Jones, you adore it." -Robert
I laugh like a schoolgirl and turn to look at Nate, but he is not there. Hoping he didn't go to work today, I leap out of bed. I rush into the kitchen and see him using his iPad and a cup of coffee.
"Nate," I exclaim. "Why aren't you at work?" I asked.
He grins, "Your date offered me the day off before you two went to the charity event.
I grin as I go around the desk and repeatedly kiss his checks. He chuckles and fumbles to free his face from my hold.
"El," he chuckles. "I'm making an effort to complete the tasks Victoria gave me this month." I stroll up to the chair next to him and give him
