I chuckled to myself, earning a quizzical look from Lila.
“What?”
“Your hair is a beautiful f*****g mess.”
She reached up and her fingers combed through it, trying to straighten it and get out the knots I’d made. My wife looked thoroughly sexed—a look I loved to see her wear. Unfortunately, we were at the office and had to at least look presentable before we opened the door to the sixth floor conference room.
The quiet little corner became our occasional afternoon delight spot. With the trial closing in, we both needed the physical reassurance and calm that came from touching each other.
“I was thinking about having roasted chicken breast and red potatoes for dinner.”
I thought it over as I pushed the tails of my dress shirt back into my slacks. “Sounds pretty good. Maybe some salad
