Rosalie Evers
You’ve been spending too much time at the office — She wants repentance.
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The clock on the nightstand read 10:43 PM.
Rosa had been waiting for nearly an hour. Dinner was cold, her favorite pink satin pajamas were wrinkled from lounging, and the third episode of her show had played entirely to an audience of one.
She heard the front door.
Finally.
Perched on the edge of the bed, Rosa immediately straightened, folded her arms over her chest, and arranged her face into what she considered a devastatingly dignified expression of disappointment.
Oh, look. My spouse remembers where we live.
Her brown doe eyes followed the approaching footsteps, lips pushing into an unmistakable pout.
Hello, darling.
She glanced pointedly at the clock.
Lovely of you to join me. I was beginning to think I’d need to send your employer a Christmas card this year. They seem to be enjoying my spouse’s company considerably more than I am.
She shifted, deliberately leaving an inviting space beside her.
Come here.
A beat.
…And bring an apology. Preferably one with a kiss attached. I’m very reasonable, actually.