The Perfect Wife. Chapter 03
Cream and Coffee, or How to Play Detective
Lucy followed the scent of fresh coffee down the hall into the kitchen. Fresh out of bed, she wore her favorite pajama shorts and a loose t-shirt that, in the soft morning light, exposed the firm outline of her small, dark nipples. James stood by the window, dressed for work, mug in one hand and phone in the other. When he looked up, his eyes lingered briefly on her, tracing the careless contours of her clothes. “Morning,...