"Hey, honey." Adeline greeted as she stepped into his office.
There was a pause as he looked up at her..
"What's going on?"
He sighed. "Yelina Munoz just left my office."
"Is that Alex's wife? The one with the history?"
"She wanted me to …" He leaned back in his chair, running his hands over his face.
"Handle things." She ponied up for simplicity's sake. She flicked the lock on his door and walked over to him. "
"I told her if there was nothing to find, he had nothing to worry about."
She moved some papers around before sitting on the desk. "How did she take it?"
He let out a sour chuckle as he poured their drinks. "She asked me if it was 'like that'." He took a drink. "Then asked me if I was doing this because of our history."
"For argument's sake," She took a moment to cross her legs and adjusted her earrings, "Are you?"
"Absolutely not." He ran his fingertips down her shin. "If there really isn't anything to find, why does any of this matter? Just another waste of time and energy."
"It isn't a waste. An accusation was made. You are just doing your job." She leaned forward. "Unfortunately, she's also doing hers. Making sure her husband gets everything he wants regardless of how hard he is trying to screw it up at the same time."
"Is that what marriage is?"
"Not all of them." She kissed him on the cheek before getting off of his desk.
"Did we have dinner plans?" He asked, watching her straighten her dress.
"No." She checked her lipstick in one of his picture frames. "Your boss invited me to Alex Munoz's fundraiser."
"You might have mentioned that before I vented about Yelina."
"I wish you were coming with me. Show her just how little your history with her matters."
"As much as I would love to see the look on his face, let's not go exposing ourselves just yet."
"It's going to be a cold day in New York when people start to find out how long we've kept this a secret."
"Tesoro if you get cold in that dress you might just tear out of it." He chuckled, glancing down at her cleavage.
She smiled a brief laugh at him, leaning in for another kiss before she made her way to the door.
"How late do you expect to be?" He asked, picking his pen back up.
"Not very. If he's as charming as you're making him out to be, I'll be gone before dessert."
"He wasn't always like this."
"I know." She unlocked the door. "Hopefully, neither was she."
