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.

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

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

from Golden Restaurant arrived, it was already well past eight

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 the cake she did

movie is going to get away from you somehow,”

cake off her clothes, some of which had landed close to the collar of the casual wear she

more

to pick up on the scent of

Genevieve’s lips. Finding that devastatingly tantalizing, he leaned in to lap that off with his unfurled

resisting nor reciprocating his advances in kind,

to pull her even closer to deepen that kiss, only to find the soft hips that he had previously fondled before to be unwelcoming as a piece of

akin to being brought back to his senses with a douse of cold water from

his own temples aggressively with his slender fingers. “Go ahead and hit the showers.

the table before she strolled off to

scrunched up, Armand could