Paige shook her head.

"You're welcome! That's my job." She really Liked

Erica. Although Erica had a mischievous streak a mile wide, she was cute and polite.

Erica followed Matthew into the office.

The couple walked into the Lounge together. He changed his jacket, and she went to take a shower.

She was in there for what seemed like forever. Matthew took the opportunity to get some work done. He was sitting at his desk, engaged in some kind of negotiations by phone. Hearing the sound of the Lounge door opening, he raised his head and looked in that direction.

Erica was wrapped in a white bath towel, standing at the door to the lounge. She stared at him. There was meaning in her gaze. Her fair shoulders were bare, and her small feet were covered by his big open-toed slippers. Her small toes were poking out, made more visible by the nail polish she applied. It was the latest style-opaque taupe gray with hints of purple.

It had the intended effect.

"I have to go," Matthew said, and ended the call quickly. Erica trotted over.

Gripping the bath towel with one hand and propping her head on the desk with the other, she winked at him and grinned, revealing pearly white teeth.

“Dearest Matthew..."

Matthew's hackles raised when he heard these words.

"Go on!" He was sure he wouldn't Like whatever she was going to say.

With a giggle, Erica walked around the desk, making the movement as sexy and flirtatious as she could. She whispered in his ear, “Well, my period came, but I don't have a pad."

Yes! She finally got her period! She really wanted to shout it out loud, with Matthew right there.

But she felt a little embarrassed, so she decided discretion was the better part of valor

Matthew could detect a faint fragrance, and he wondered what it was.

Then it hit him-that was Erica's scent. As he was lost in it for a moment, he didn't pay much attention to what she said.

“What did you say?" he asked.

Erica's face turned even redder.

"Well, I'm on my period. Can you buy me some pads?"

“So she got her period? And she wants me to buy her feminine pads?' He decisively picked up the office phone and was about to have Paige do fio

However, as soon as he put his finger on the button, a pair of soft, gentle hands descended on his own hand. When their eyes met, Erica smiled sweetly and lied, “You know, honey, there's a book out that says it's better for a husband to buy this kind of thing for his wife. It goes on to say that if he doesn't want to, then he never Loved her. But if he does, then that means he's a keeper and loves her a lot."

Matthew, though immersed in his wife's beauty, still had his pride.

“Ridiculous! What book is that? Sounds like the author's an idiot."