“I’m done!”
The door to their bathroom opened and the room was assailed with the scent of mixed vanilla and apples his nose was becoming accustomed to. Jack turned to his right in time to see his wife step out of the bath into the room clad only in a fluffy white bathrobe which she tied haphazardly with a belt, making its front lopsided, exposing her creamy chest as she dried her hair with a towel. The sight made the CEO’s breath hitch as he inhaled sharply, audibly, making his wife turn to him with a questioning stare.
“What?” Alex asked and Jack shook his head as he sat up and patted the space on the bed in front of him.
Without questioning her husband’s silent order, she crossed the room and sat in the space he indicated. Jack automatically took the towel from her as he pulled her
