Page 149 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2

“Why didn’t you tell me my wife was here?” Matt snapped at Rachel.

“Mr Bradley-” Rachel spoke timidly.

“I told her not to disturb you,” My interruption did nothing to soothe the annoyed look on Matt’s face. “It’s not her fault.”

Matt glanced at his watch as I walked over to where he stood, itching to touch him, to smell him. Trying to hide my foibles, I played with one of my ponytails and surreptitiously leaned in closer to breathe him in. There it was, his scent, I was still unable to catalogue each individual aroma, all I knew was Matt’s scent made me weak in the knees. The pointed clearing of his throat yanked me back from olfactory heaven into reality. My eyes popped opened, shit, I had closed them while indulging in my kinks. Rachel was staring at me as if I’d sprouted two heads. Matt shook his head slowly, a smirk hovered around his mouth as he reached for my arm.

“Go wait in my office,” He turned cold eyes to Rachel. “Alwaysnotify me when my wife is on the premises. Are we clear? And I want a printout of last month’s productivity levels now.”

“Yes, Mr Bradley,” she replied in a subdued voice, already typing away on her computer.

I mouthed ‘sorry’ to her and sent Matt a tiny frown.

“Five minutes, poppet,” he advised, ignoring the narrowing of my eyes. “I need to finish up in there then we can go to lunch.”

I looked at my watch and shook my head. “I’ve literally got fifteen minutes before I have to head back to the studio, Matt. The workmen are coming to lay our new sprung floor in the fishbowl and I have to chase up RDA to schedule dates for the students taking their vocational exams-”

“Fifteen minutes?” Matt interrupted, his fingers stroked my arm softly.

I nodded then gave him hopeful eyes. “I’ll see you at home for dinner?”

Matt’s gaze lingered on my face before his mouth curled into that irresistible smile of his. “Go wait in my office. I’ll be five minutes.”

Battling the urge to sniff him again, I nodded once more and went back to grab my bag and the hamper from the seat. Matt spared me a fleeting glance before reciting a list of things he wanted Rachel to do. Again I mouthed ‘sorry’ to her as I passed by her desk and headed towards Matt’s office.

On entering the large room, I immediately set the hamper and my bag down on the dark leather sofa that ran along half the length of one wall. The décor although minimalistic, still had a very masculine air to it. Caused perhaps by the sleek bar over in the corner, or the sharp edges of the furniture, or the overpowering artwork gracing two of the walls. It felt very Matt-esque. That reminded me to broach the topic of redecorating our home with him. Excluding my studio there weren’t many design touches that reflected my presence. Hmm. Would he let me put some bright colours on the walls?

I wandered over to his imposing desk, absent-mindedly pushing the designer tray filled with files into a skewered position. His office desk, like the one at home, was a poster for military grade neatness. Running a hand over the back of the leather chair, I peered out the ceiling to floor windows.

This was where the magic took place, the lion’s den. I grinned at my thoughts as I imagined my husband handling his business like the boss he was. A few minutes later I turned at the sound of the door opening. Matt closed it behind him, locking it quickly before striding over to pull me into his arms and immediately proceeded to put a serious snogging down on me.

“Bloody hell,” he murmured, raising his head and cupping my ass. “I needed that.”

“Mmm,” I traced my fingers over his smooth jaw. “Hard day?”

“The usual,” Matt replied, tugging us towards his chair. He sat down then settled me on his lap. “Right, let’s sort this mess out. I am not having another episode such as this.”

With his arms penning me in, I observed as he unlocked his computer screen and brought up his schedule.

“What are those green boxes for?” The boxes piqued my interest. I could see booked meetings, business lunches etc; but the green boxes had no text in them. “Are those free slots?”

“No,” Matt said without further explanation. He kissed my shoulder once and groaned softly. “How much time did you say you had?”

I peeked at my watch. “Maybe ten minutes now before I need to leave.”

“I’ll be quick then because I fully intend to shag you before you leave, poppet.”

I snorted out my disbelief, twisting my head to look at him. Oh. Hisexpression held no traces of playfulness, he was serious.

“Matt,” I started and he kissed my shoulder again, ignoring my obvious unease.

“If I reschedule these meetings,” He clicked a few keys then rolled his index finger over the mouse pad. “Move this to an earlier time,” He kissed my shoulder again, finishing it with a moist swipe of tongue across my now tingling skin. “Nathan can handle these, you look lovely by the way, very summery.” Another light kiss. “Perfect. Mondays at 2pm and Thursdays at 3:30 I’m all yours.”

The sceptical look I gave him caused the twin eyebrows of doom to lower. It was all well and good putting it in his schedule, but I knew better than to believe this would come to pass.

“Ok, Matt,” I did the wifely thing and let my man have his victory over the dreaded daily work schedule. Even though I was certain something would come up that would throw our now scheduled lunch dates off kilter.

Matt leaned forward, frowning a bit as he straightened the tray I’d previously moved. “Have you been fiddling with this?”

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