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.

living room once more, Armand pulled Genevieve into his arms again, and while he did that, he made a call to Golden Restaurant to inquire about the menu for the day. He also took the time to follow up with Genevieve

either and only conveyed her desire for a couple of dishes

then resumed watching the movie wordlessly. While they seemed extremely intimate huddled together the way they were, they were as emotionally disengaged as strangers living in their own

Restaurant arrived, it was already well past

finish. Not wanting to miss out on the action, Genevieve brought the tablet into the dining room and watched while she ate. As a result, she

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, some of which

more buttery consistency than that dollop

up on the scent of that icing, as well

also some traces of cream left on the corner of Genevieve’s lips. Finding that devastatingly tantalizing, he leaned in to lap that off with his

his advances in kind, Genevieve simply sat

of her back, he attempted to pull her even closer to deepen that kiss, only to find the soft hips that he had

douse of cold water from above, and a surge of irascibility and exasperation roused within him as he

his slender fingers. “Go ahead and hit the showers. The housekeeper will come by tomorrow to get the dining table cleared up in the morning,” he said in a

napkin onto the table before she strolled off to the bedroom with the tablet

on the table had been scrunched up, Armand could infer the extent