The next day, Gloria watched lazily as Xander put on his blazer. He looked incredibly sexy wearing a suit.
If her body wasn't weary that moment, she wouldn't mind dragging him back in bed for a nice quickie.
"What are you thinking about?" his baritone voice sounded in her ears, jolting her back to reality.
She concealed her lustful thoughts, plastered a smile on her face as she responded, "I am just thinking about how I will be able to start nurturing that flower. You have everything ready, right?", lying through her white teeth.
Xander's eyes curved as he listened to the white lie his dearest wife was uttering, but he didn't expose her. Instead, he answered her, "Everything has been sorted out. You just need to start," his tone solemn.
