Dorothea turned her face away, but she could still see the red marks her nails had left on his back from the night before.
“Can you please put a shirt on?”
Latham didn’t even flinch. “You were holding onto me so tight last night, I thought you liked looking at my muscles. I left my shirt off just to make you happy. Are you telling me you don’t like it after all?”
Dorothea wanted to melt into the floor. She was going to lose her mind with how shameless he was.
“I don’t like it, alright?” she snapped, not even looking at him.
Latham stepped closer, his voice dropping as he leaned in, his breath warm against her cheek. “Funny, because last night you said you did. Changed your mind already?”
Dorothea shot upright and took a big step back. “You can eat by yourself. I’m going to work!”
Latham watched her hurry away, a little disappointed. Was she really just going to leave his breakfast like that?
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Driving to the office, Dorothea finally started to calm down. She told herself it was just because she didn’t have much experience. If she dealt with this kind of thing more often, she probably wouldn’t get so flustered and embarrassed.
The moment she stepped into her office, her secretary came in carrying a thermal food container. “Dorothea, your husband sent this over. He said you hadn’t eaten breakfast yet, and wanted us to remind you.”
“When did he come by?”
The secretary smiled. “Just now, I think. Your driver dropped it off, but made sure to say it was from your husband!”
“Dorothea, your husband is way too sweet. Do you have any secret tips for keeping a man that devoted?”
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