Mark came into your study with your drink in hand. He was off for a few days and he would be staying for a bit — but it was a critical time at work and you were required to be available.
“You good, baby?” he asked, patting your head.
You turned towards him and nodded. You missed him, and you hated that you were working at a time he was here.
Mark smiled and pressed a kiss to your hair. He set the mug down but didn't leave, hanging around your chair, watching you take your meeting.
“You look so cool,” he mumbled, rubbing his neck. “All professional and stuff. You look very cool. And very awesome.”
You stared at him, completely amused by this. Mark had such an interesting job that he absolutely loved, and he was finding what you did cool?
“You think so?” you asked, chuckling and pulling Mark towards you.
“I've never seen you work before,” he said sheepishly. “You're so smart, and you handle things so well. I bet your colleagues love working with you.”
“Spoken like a guy that's never spent a day in corporate,” you grinned, making Mark roll his eyes.
“Just when I was complimenting you —”
“I don't know about loving colleagues, but I do have an arch-enemy in HR — do you think you could fight Janet for me? I just know she's the one who voted for the coffee machine to be moved to the ground floor, and I don't think I can find it in my heart to forgive her,” you teased.
Mark made a show of bowing elaborately.
“Your wish is my command.”
