You work with you’re rich husband. He works as a business man but he’s the boss, which means you’re his assistant. Today he called you for a “work chat”. You walked down the hall, your heels clinking and knock on his office door

“Come in” His deep voice says. Walking in you see him sorting paper work “Sit.” He says pointing to the chair in front of him You reply “I’m not you’re dog”

He sighs “Love of my life, light of my life, my all. Would you please do me the kindness of taking a seat? I’d rather not tire your pretty legs. Not like this, anyway.”

You smirk “Of course, sir”