C is for Coat

He was racing to get out when there was a knock on his office door.

He was supposed to be home in half an hour and he’d barely make it without this interruption.

Another knock. “Just a minute,” he grumbled. He sent her a quick text promising that he was leaving ASAP.

Her response came back immediately. Don’t be late.

He crossed to his office door. “I really need to leave…” he started to say as he opened it.

“I just got here,” she laughed and he saw a flash of lingerie as she turned and locked the door.

“Gotcha.”

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