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?Thank you, darling,? he said. ?That was lovely.?He patted his*mouth with his napkin and leaned back, taking a sip of red wine.* The meal that they had just eaten together, poached salmon with hollandaise sauce on a bed of salad leaves was one of his favourites.?Good. I?m glad you liked it, sweetie,? she replied, smiling.* ?Shall we go and watch TV and have a cuddle on the sofa?* We can leave clearing the table until we go to bed.??Mmm, I?d love to, my dear, but I have to get a report finished for presentation to the board tomorrow morning.??Oh, you?ve been working so much in the evenings lately. Can?t you spend a bit of time with me tonight instead of writing that ratty old report???Darling, you know I would prefer not to be working in the evenings, but it?s what keeps this roof over our heads,?* He gestured with his hand, vaguely indicating their surroundings, a very smart house in a nice part of town. ?I promise I?ll make it up to you at the weekend.* We?ll go somewhere nice and have a meal and maybe stay and make a weekend of it.* I promise.?She pouted slightly, her bottom lip pushing forward. ?But you?re doing it so often these days. You don?t want me to feel neglected, do you??* She inclined her head slightly to one side and frowned slightly, her eyes looking at him appealingly, wide and blue.?Well, I?m sorry but I?ve got to do it, so the sooner I start, the sooner I?ll be finished and come and sit with you,? he said with an air of finality.* He folded his napkin, got up off the chair and came round the table to kiss her on the cheek.?No. Don?t like you,? she said in the little-girl voice she used when slightly cross, and turned her head away, before smiling and turning back to allow him to kiss her cheekbone?I?ll try and occupy myself with the TV, seeing as how you don?t want to spend time with me.* I?m sure there will be some riveting soap opera or an essential guide to plumbing that will keep me on the edge of my seat till you feel that you can honour me with your presence?She got up and flounced out of the kitchen, turning at the doorway to give him a smile.* He grinned to himself, thinking how much in time, effort and treasure this was going to cost him at the weekend.* Perhaps a shopping trip for some clothes to start with, then a meal in the spa hotel they had stayed at last year, followed by some pampering in the spa itself for her on the Sunday morning.* He knew he was in a position that most guys would sacrifice Ankara escort (http://ankaradograma.com/) an arm and a leg for (and any other appendages that they had to offer) to be with her.* Beautiful, smart, charming and elegant with a body to die for, she turned heads wherever they went, and he continually had to pinch himself that it wasn?t a dream each morning when he woke up next to her, her long hair spread on the pillow, her legs entwined with his as she snuggled closer to him.He padded into his office, where he?d been working from regularly during lockdown.* It was a reasonable size for what he needed;*a desk, a black leather higher-backed swivel chair that he could relax into, a couple of filing cabinets for work and home papers, and an old Ikea sofa-bed from his bachelor pad days that they used as a put-you-up when they had too many friends staying.* On his desk, he had a letter tray for correspondence that needed dealing with, a desk lamp, a picture of her, and his laptop.*He had it set up in a docking station off to one side, feeding a pair of monitors, one directly in front of where he sat, the other abutting the first but slightly angled towards him, which he used for keeping his mail application visible and any documents open that he needed to refer to.* The monitor directly in front of him was where the real work happened, and he had a keyboard and mouse on the desk too ? he could never get on with the layout of the keyboard and trackpad built into the laptop itself.The latest addition to the setup had been provided by his company, a high-end video camera for conference calls during lockdown.* It seemed that the IT department must have had more budget than they knew what to do with, as this camera would auto-focus, zoom, and could be moved to tilt and pan so that it could be pointed where the user needed it.* 'Totally over-the-top,'*he had thought when it was delivered, but he set it up with guidance from the geeks in IT, placing it slightly to the right of centre on his main monitor, clamped to the top of the screen.* Since then, he?d only used it in the position he had left it after setting it up, and it had seemed reliable enough using it with Zoom.He flipped on the laptop and logged in and before long was absorbed in the position paper he was writing to outline the company?s investment strategy for the coming year.In the lounge, she was bored and*channel surfing, trying to find something that would Ankara escort bayan (http://ankaradograma.com/) grab her attention, but a mixture of programmes on antiques, car restoration and home improvement simply wasn?t doing it for.* The movies that were available she either didn?t care for or had seen already, so after thirty minutes of aimlessly flicking from one channel to the next she gave up.* She went to the study door, leaning on the door surround.?There?s nothing on.* Would you like a cup of coffee??* He was staring hard at a row of figures on the screen.* He frowned, his concentration broken and a flicker of annoyance passed over his face.*?Yes, that would be nice, thanks,?*but his offhand tone let her know that he hadn?t appreciated the interruption.* Biting back a tart reply, she left to go into the kitchen.* She made a cafetiere of coffee, plunged it and poured a cup for him, silently fuming about the way he had spoken to her.* Slowly the germ of an idea crept into her brain, causing her to smile inwardly.* Perhaps there was a way to get his attention after all and get even with him.Carrying the cup to the study, she placed it on the corner of the desk, taking care not to disturb him. She then walked out into the hallway, up the stairs, and into their bedroom.* There, she entered her dressing room, filled with the work of many a long hour of online shopping and in extended bouts of retail therapy around town.*Opening one of the wardrobes that lined the room, she took out a light blue floaty summer dress, patterned with small white and lemon butterflies.* Reaching below her knee, it was one of her favourites, for one it being so pretty and cut so nicely that it fitted her *perfectly, but also because he had helped her choose it.* It was only after she had worn it a couple of times that she realised he had had an ulterior motive when selecting it; when outdoors and with the summer sun behind her, the material seemed to dissolve to the interested onlooker, showing the shape of her legs through the thin material.* Still, she had a good body and he obviously wanted her to show it off, so she was secretly pleased when she saw the photo he had taken with his phone while out for a walk on a summer?s evening last year.She took off her clothes and changed into the dress; she left her bra and panties off. She wouldn?t be needing them if her plan came to fruition, in fact, quite the contrary.* Reaching behind Escort Ankara (http://ankaradograma.com/) she pulled the zip up to the top, and adjusted herself inside the bodice, making sure that her breasts were showing the cleavage he adored.* She looked at herself in the mirror, pleased with the effect ? all the gym work was paying off and she was the same weight as when they bought the garment, and if anything her bottom was firmer thanks to all the step trainer work she had been doing.*Going into the main bedroom, she walked over to the cabinet on her side of the bed and picked up the book she was currently reading, before returning back down the stairs into the hallway.*She called through to him. ?I?m going to come in with you and read my book while you work.* Promise I won?t make a sound.??Ok, well you have to promise. I don?t want to hear a peep from you while I get this stuff finished off.?She walked into the study and sat down on the sofa, crossed her legs and began to read.* The sofa was situated directly behind his chair and to get there she walked past the side of his desk where she had left the coffee.* Although concentrating hard, he was aware that she had changed her clothes and could smell the dab of perfume that she had placed between her breasts, which puzzled him.* Why had she bothered to change, just to read a book?* Putting the thought to one side with a mental shrug, he resumed his calculations.They sat together quietly, the one crunching numbers and the other reading her book, turning the pages carefully to avoid disturbing him with the rustle of the paper.* From memory, she was reading one of those pot-boiler novels she had picked up at the airport as light reading when they went on holiday last year; a bit of a story with liberal doses of soft sex thrown in.* He finished his work but stayed staring at his screen as though still engaged, rather than announcing he was done.* He had heard the rustle of her dress as she shifted on the sofa ? had he also heard her catch her breath in that familiar way?* Surreptitiously, he opened a browser and clicked on the webcam to see what she was doing over his shoulder.She had been reading but sensed that he had stopped typing and looked up. Yes, he didn?t seem to be doing anything but stayed with his back to her, seemingly engrossed in the screen.* She uncrossed her legs and opened them slightly under the fabric of her dress before putting her plan into action. Holding the book in front of her with one hand, she began to rub between her legs through the material of the dress with the other, causing an involuntary start as she pleasured herself.* A second later, she saw the red light on the top of his webcam come on, indicating it was being used.* 'Not working now, then,'*she thought.