thankful.
“This is your schedule for the week. I have printed off copies for all of you. Tate and Parker, yours are on your desk waiting for you.”
“You’re too good to me,” Parker jokes, and Tate rolls his eyes.
“Thank you,” I say taking them from her and placing them on my desk.
She nods her head and turns around, shutting the door behind her as she leaves.
“Are you trying to get us sued?” Tate asks Parker.
“I’m just playing with her.” He laughs. “I wouldn’t really fuck that. She’s engaged, and I’m sure, out of the two of us, Slade would fire me.”
“I would,” I say with a smile of my own.
“Slade?” I look up as the door opens again. Krystal pokes her head in. “Sam is on line two.”
I nod my thanks and pick up my office phone. “Hey, beautiful.” Parker makes a choking sound that I ignore.
“Did you get my emails?” she asks sounding like she’s out of breath. My dick starts to get hard at that thought. Our sex life isn’t as exciting as it once was. It used to be romantic, and we would take our time with foreplay. Now, when we do it, we usually have to hide in the closet from our daughter. Or the other day, we did it in the back seat of her SUV while it was parked in the garage. And it’s usually a quickie. Real exciting, I know. But as both parents and running a company, there’s just not much time for us to hang out as a family, let alone have sex as much I want it.
“Why do you sound so out of breath?” I ask.
She gives a half laugh. “I’m out of breath because I just helped Courtney bring in two hundred pounds of sugar. Those bags are heavy. But enough about sugar. Did you get my emails?”
“Yes.” I sigh. “But I haven’t had a chance to look at them.”
“Slade.” She takes a deep breath. “I need to know which fabric you want. I have to place the order by five tonight.”
“Order for what?” I hate to admit it, but I sometimes forget what she tells me.
I can feel her aggravation with me grow over the phone. “The curtains. I sent you emails of different fabrics that I think will look nice with the new furniture.”
Ah, the new furniture that she just had to have last week. If I didn’t know her better, I would think she is going through a nesting stage. She went through a big one right after she had Sadey. But I think that only happens when a woman is expecting. I’m not a hundred percent sure. “I will look at them and give you an answer by lunch,” I say already pulling up her email.
“Thanks. I gotta go. Love you.”
Click.
I hang up the phone and start to read the email. “Holy shit!” I say in surprise.
“What?” Parker demands.
“She sent me over fifty different links to choose from.” I was thinking like maybe three. My wife is very picky and when she finds something she wants, she gets it. I’m surprised she can’t narrow it down.
“Just pick one,” Parker says with a wave of his hand, and I arch an eyebrow in question. He sighs. “Do you think she really wants to know what you like best? She’s gonna choose what she likes best. So, just pick one.”
I hate to admit that he has a point. I slide the mouse over the selections and pick one.
My cell phone starts to ring. I reply to her email with the number that I chose and pick up my phone. “Hello?”
“Slade,” comes my dad’s voice. “I need a favor, son.”
CHAPTER TWO
SAMANTHA
“Courtney?” I yell over my shoulder as I stand in the back of the bakery making my third batch of scones for the day.
“What?” I hear her yell from the office.
“Did you ever find out what happened to our shipment of packaging supplies?” I ask, hoping she has an answer for me.
Our shipment never arrived yesterday and after several phone calls and a few yelling matches, I found out that our delivery truck had an accident. Apparently, there was a twelve car pileup on the freeway, and our truck was involved. I felt like a terrible person for
“This is your schedule for the week. I have printed off copies for all of you. Tate and Parker, yours are on your desk waiting for you.”
“You’re too good to me,” Parker jokes, and Tate rolls his eyes.
“Thank you,” I say taking them from her and placing them on my desk.
She nods her head and turns around, shutting the door behind her as she leaves.
“Are you trying to get us sued?” Tate asks Parker.
“I’m just playing with her.” He laughs. “I wouldn’t really fuck that. She’s engaged, and I’m sure, out of the two of us, Slade would fire me.”
“I would,” I say with a smile of my own.
“Slade?” I look up as the door opens again. Krystal pokes her head in. “Sam is on line two.”
I nod my thanks and pick up my office phone. “Hey, beautiful.” Parker makes a choking sound that I ignore.
“Did you get my emails?” she asks sounding like she’s out of breath. My dick starts to get hard at that thought. Our sex life isn’t as exciting as it once was. It used to be romantic, and we would take our time with foreplay. Now, when we do it, we usually have to hide in the closet from our daughter. Or the other day, we did it in the back seat of her SUV while it was parked in the garage. And it’s usually a quickie. Real exciting, I know. But as both parents and running a company, there’s just not much time for us to hang out as a family, let alone have sex as much I want it.
“Why do you sound so out of breath?” I ask.
She gives a half laugh. “I’m out of breath because I just helped Courtney bring in two hundred pounds of sugar. Those bags are heavy. But enough about sugar. Did you get my emails?”
“Yes.” I sigh. “But I haven’t had a chance to look at them.”
“Slade.” She takes a deep breath. “I need to know which fabric you want. I have to place the order by five tonight.”
“Order for what?” I hate to admit it, but I sometimes forget what she tells me.
I can feel her aggravation with me grow over the phone. “The curtains. I sent you emails of different fabrics that I think will look nice with the new furniture.”
Ah, the new furniture that she just had to have last week. If I didn’t know her better, I would think she is going through a nesting stage. She went through a big one right after she had Sadey. But I think that only happens when a woman is expecting. I’m not a hundred percent sure. “I will look at them and give you an answer by lunch,” I say already pulling up her email.
“Thanks. I gotta go. Love you.”
Click.
I hang up the phone and start to read the email. “Holy shit!” I say in surprise.
“What?” Parker demands.
“She sent me over fifty different links to choose from.” I was thinking like maybe three. My wife is very picky and when she finds something she wants, she gets it. I’m surprised she can’t narrow it down.
“Just pick one,” Parker says with a wave of his hand, and I arch an eyebrow in question. He sighs. “Do you think she really wants to know what you like best? She’s gonna choose what she likes best. So, just pick one.”
I hate to admit that he has a point. I slide the mouse over the selections and pick one.
My cell phone starts to ring. I reply to her email with the number that I chose and pick up my phone. “Hello?”
“Slade,” comes my dad’s voice. “I need a favor, son.”
CHAPTER TWO
SAMANTHA
“Courtney?” I yell over my shoulder as I stand in the back of the bakery making my third batch of scones for the day.
“What?” I hear her yell from the office.
“Did you ever find out what happened to our shipment of packaging supplies?” I ask, hoping she has an answer for me.
Our shipment never arrived yesterday and after several phone calls and a few yelling matches, I found out that our delivery truck had an accident. Apparently, there was a twelve car pileup on the freeway, and our truck was involved. I felt like a terrible person for
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