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"I wasn’t expecting you home so early," Mia said as she stepped into the kitchen, burgundy tights clinging to her legs, white windbreaker zipped halfway up.
Her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, wisps falling around her face. The kind of ponytail that would fit perfectly in my fist. She was flushed, cheeks rosy, skin damp with sweat.
And stunning.
I hit send on the email before closing the lid of my laptop.
"Slow day at the office," I said. "Figured I’d work from home."
It wasn’t that slow. Truth is, I’m finding it harder to stay away from this woman for too long. Hence why I’m perched on this uncomfortable kitchen stool instead of buried in my office, seated in a chair with a thousand adjustment settings.
I like coming home to her.
She opened the fridge, reached for a
