He closed his eyes, savoring the sweetness of her lips. A deep hunger stirred within him.

Right now, he wanted nothing more than to whisk her away to the Lounge.

If only those unwelcome guests would just disappear. Just then, Tilda flinched slightly in his arms.

Lyndon's eyes snapped open, about to ask what was wrong when something was suddenly shoved into his mouth.

He stilled, instinctively pressing his lips together. A familiar sweetness spread across his tongue.

Fruit candy. Tilda had slipped a piece into his mouth. Lyndon arched a brow. "Where did this come from?"

Tilda tilted her head with a mischievous grin. "I came prepared."

His gaze sharpened, catching the amusement dancing in her eyes. "Did you plan this because you thought I might die from the salt?"

Tilda chuckled, cupping his face as she placed a soft peck on his lips. "Darling, don't say such things."

Her voice was gentle, teasing, carrying a hint of sweetness.

Lyndon's throat tightened slightly, his voice turning hoarse.

“Why 2"

She gave him an innocent look. "You're my husband. If you are gone, I'll be heartbroken."

Lyndon couldn't help but chuckle, his mood instantly Lightening.

Just as he leaned in to reclaim her lips, Tilda pushed him away. "Alright, I'm off to see Myra. Enjoy your candy."

Lyndon watched her walk away, the Lingering sweetness on his tongue matching the warmth in his chest.

Thinking back to the salty pasta she had cooked for him, his lips twitched.

That was definitely on purpose. Was she gauging his reaction? Seeing if he'd complain? And had he passed?

Tilda made her way to the break room, where Myra had just finished lunch. She was on the phone, chatting with her boyfriend.

Tilda tiptoed closer, catching snippets of the conversation.

"I'm alright. Don't worry too much. Tilda came today. As the CEO's wife, she backed me up in front of the secretarial team. No one will dare gossip about me anymore."

"Since Corrine has come to you for a statement, I'm sure she'll clear my name soon. Got it. I'll let you know if anything comes up. Alright, bye."

Her voice softened into sweet nothings before ending the call with a playful kiss into the phone.

Tilda, standing behind Myra with hands clasped behind her back, smiled at the affectionate exchange.