Someone walked into the office with a tray of tea and biscuits. She placed it down on the shiny, polished mahogany table that stood in front of an executive swivel chair.
After placing it down, she walked to where Damien stood with his hands in his pockets, lost in thoughts, and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"What are you thinking about my love?" Elena asked gently, fiddling with the buttons of his vest. The shirt though loose, clung to his muscles giving him a delicious, masculine aura.
Damien grinned. This woman...
"I see you must be bored, seeing how you've come to distract me."
"Well the kids are fast asleep and the workers said you're in your office so—"
Damien took her arms from his waist and trailed them up slowly to his broad chest.
"Interesting..." he drawled, using her hands to massage his chest.
