My Flirtacious Husband

Popping yet another couple of raisins into her mouth, Genevieve said, “When I was chatting with Cooper just now, he asked me what I wanted to eat and said that he’d order some takeout. I reckon it should arrive in a bit.”

Armand’s eyes narrowed when he heard that and appeared to be a little displeased.

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

“That must be the delivery.” Genevieve was about to set herself upright when she felt Armand’s hand on her shoulder. He motioned for her to remain seated and went to get the door himself.

Standing outside was the same receptionist who had brought up their takeout at noon.

The receptionist had both her hands full on either side of her. When she saw Armand at the door, she immediately presented the things she had to him. “I believe these must be yours, Mr—”

“I did not order these,” Armand cut her off curtly. “Just get rid of them.”

Stumped, the receptionist had no time at all to react as the door shut in her face.

Fishing out the delivery note from her own pocket, she reviewed the address several times and was quite positive that she did not get it wrong.

Armand’s rejection left her quite baffled.

a call to Golden Restaurant to inquire about the menu for the day. He also took the time to follow up with Genevieve to see if

either and only conveyed her

of them then resumed watching the movie wordlessly. While they seemed extremely intimate huddled together the way they were, they were as

the time the takeout from Golden Restaurant arrived, it was already

tablet into the dining room and watched while she ate. As a result, she got so spooked by a terrifying scene that

continue this later? It’s not as though the movie

dining table, he retrieved some napkins to help Genevieve clean the cake off her clothes,

of an even more buttery consistency than that dollop

on the scent of that icing, as well as the subtle fragrance that lingered upon

that devastatingly tantalizing, he leaned in to lap that off with his unfurled tongue before he smothered her

resisting nor reciprocating his advances in kind, Genevieve simply sat stiffly

hand around the small of her back, he attempted to pull her even closer to deepen that kiss, only to

to being brought back to his senses with a douse of cold water from above, and a surge of irascibility and exasperation

on her, he stood back up and massaged his own temples aggressively with his slender fingers. “Go ahead and hit the showers. The

tossed the napkin onto the table before she

the table had been scrunched up, Armand could