Helga wearily entered her brownstone, kicked off her heels, dropped her leather satchel by the front door, and trudged down the hallway towards the kitchen.

It had been arguably one of the most stressful days she'd experienced since accepting the position as chief editor at Marie Claire magazine. Down to the wire deadlines, missing cover proofs, inept interns, spilled coffee, and diva celebrities all made for a God awful day - but Helga wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. The fast-paced, high-stress atmosphere where she could bark out orders and make demands with the best of them is perfectly suited for the tough-as-nails offspring of Big Bob Pataki.

Entering the recently remodeled customized gourmet kitchen, she briefly flipped through the mail strewn across the Italian marble countertop. Grabbing a bottle of Perrier, she turned and headed up the back staircase to the master suite.

Entering her room, her feet sank into the lush carpeting, and she headed to her dressing room. She removed the clip holding her severe updo in place, allowing her golden blonde locks to cascade softly down her back to her waist. She removed her designer silk peach blouse, grimacing at the coffee stain on the sleeve, and chocolate brown skirt and tossed them in her hamper.

Now clad in only a peach colored Lacy bra and panty set, she went to remove her bra.

Her movements came to an abrupt halt as she felt another presence step into the room with her.

Suddenly large masculine hands gripped her from behind. One sliding around her smooth tanned waist, the other around her long elegant neck.

Her breathing stilled as she felt a familiar of lips delicately kiss a path from her upper spine to the base of her hairline.

She groaned and leaned back into the hard muscular torso of her husband of 5 years, all the stresses of the forgotten.

Arnold continued his gentle ministrations for a few more minutes before gently guiding her towards the master bathroom.

She gasped in delight upon entering. Candles were lit around the perimeter of the enormous jacuzzi tub filled with a bubbles. A silver bucket held a chilled bottle of Dom Perignon and 2 crystal flutes. A matching silver tray held a delectable assortment of plump juicy strawberries and gourmet chocolates.

She turned to face him, unshed tears gleaming in her eyes. Eyes that gazed lovingly into the eyes of her soulmate. He always had this innate ability to know what she needed and when she needed it. Her former schoolmate, high school sweetheart, first love, and life partner.

He could see into her innermost soul.

Detect stress from a single sigh.

Understand her in a way no one ever has or ever will.

No words needed.