The bathroom fogged up entirely.
The vibe was relaxed, and Melissa wasnât exactly bundled up.
In fact, she was wearing just a towel on her bath.
They were head over heels for each other and things almost got out of control.
In a hushed tone, Melissa suggested, âLetâs focus on priorities.
â
Marcus, holding her tight, chuckled.
âIâve got one priority in mind!â
He held her close, practically bursting with anticipation.
Melissa hoped for loyalty, even if she hadnât asked directly.
She sensed heâd only been with her.
Not acknowledging his devotion would be unfair, especially since Marcus was a stand-up guy.
Melissa had seen her fair share of players in the business world.
So Marcusâ loyalty meant the world to her.
Being married was a whole new ballgame.
Marcus loved calling her Mrs.
Fowler and insisted she call him Mr.
Fowler, which always got a giggle out of Melissa.
Initially, Marcus wanted to drop her off at the airport.
But she declined.
After getting dressed, she hugged him gently, whispering, âIâm off to work.
Itâs better for me to use the company car.
â
She wasnât into gossip but she had to spill the beans this time.
âPaulinaâs a tough cookie to deal with.
â
Marcus held her face gently, his touch warm as he said, âIf youâre not feeling the job, you can quit.
Iâve got your back.
Melissa didnât decline right away.
âCan we hold off a bit longer?â
Marcusâ gaze was intense.
Right then, her phone buzzed.
The company ride was here.
The driver buzzed in.
âMaâam, Iâm downstairs!â
âGot it, thank you,â Melissa responded.
She hung up, meeting Marcusâ eyes.
âIâm heading down now!â
The lovey-dovey couple often indulged in affectionate moments.
Walking her down, Marcus smoothed her hair, saying softly, âBring Matthew to my parentsâ place for dinner tonight!â
Melissa nodded gently.
He glanced at the elevatorâs floor number, and then leaned in, his voice husky.
âDarling, you take my breath away!â