Chapter ElevenEarly Days
“Gills?” he asked, trying to win my attention with a diminution of my first name I had never liked from day one of our relationship and fully intended he would stop using once I had him on a less… equitable… footing.
“What is it, sweetie?” I asked without raising my eyes from the folder I was perusing, utilising a recent pet-name of my own I knew he was none too thrilled about; especially as I had taken to using it with greater frequency.
I was going over some figures from the office as I relaxed on the sofa after dinner – a surprisingly decent spaghetti and meatballs he had cooked and had waiting for me – and I knew exactly what it was he wanted and would have been surprised and disappointed if he hadn’t.
Wanted it, that is.
It had been three weeks since he’d
