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.

to Golden Restaurant to inquire about the menu

not ask about what became of the takeout Cooper had ordered either and only conveyed her desire for a couple of dishes and desserts that she

watching the movie wordlessly. While they seemed extremely intimate huddled together the way

from Golden Restaurant arrived, it was already well past

upon its climatic 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 got so spooked by a terrifying scene that caught her off-guard that she fumbled

not as though the movie

her clothes, some of which had landed close

an even more buttery consistency than that dollop of

able to pick up on the scent of that icing, as well as the subtle fragrance

slightly, he saw that there were 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

in kind, Genevieve simply sat stiffly where she

kiss, only to find the soft hips that he had previously fondled before to

from above, and a surge of irascibility and exasperation roused within

up and massaged his own temples aggressively with 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 hoarse

the table before she strolled

how tautly the soft napkin she left on the table had been scrunched up, Armand could infer the extent to which she had