Lunchtime clocked. Andy didn’t waste her time going. Driving down to the small Chinese restaurant near her place, for some reason, she craved a portion of greasy and salty food. She had asked for a private room, safe for them to talked surreptitiously.
Minutes passed, and Damien arrived at the room.
“Hey,” Damien greeted Andy, grabbing Andy’s waist and planting a deep kiss on her lips. She didn’t resist since her traitorous body missed it.
“Hi, how’s work?” she asked, going back to her chair as Damien pulled his chair in front of her.
“Good, I saw your report. Your team is doing great,” he answered, wondering since the papers were usually given to him personally by Andy.
Andy ignored his praise, “Shall we order first? I’m starving,” she said.
“Sure,”
