"I hope you've got lace on under all of that shirt.," He nods at my body as he shoves his glass into his mouth.
Look down at my shirt and smile.
"I do," I pull my shirt up to display my white lace and he nods his approval.
"I thought you were getting dinner?" I pull over the nearest paper bag, finding a croissant.
I make quick work, sinking my teeth into it.
"Technically my madam as you have been asleep all day, basically now it's breakfast time," He thrusts his finger under my nose and I retreat in my stool, violently shaking my head.
He smiles a little and feeds it to himself.
"What do you want to do today?" He asks flatly.
"I get to choose?" I garble around a mouthful of pastry.
He looks at me and turns his head to the side.
"Wifey, I've told you before that I would let you have your way some of the time," He reaches up and knocks a flake of pastry from the corner of my mouth.
