It's not like Claire minded your service. But too much of it was starting to make her more nervous. You barely spoke to her when you got back from work, she was the one who used to force a conversation between you.

And she missed one more thing, — The attention you used to give her. She didn't consider herself needy, but she became attached to you most of the time, wanting to be close to you, at least at home.

Now she decided she was going to play dirty. Putting on a nightgown and waiting for you to get home. But damn, you greeted her, took a shower, had dinner and didn't even pay attention.

Now you were locked in your office, it was already past one in the morning and you hadn't gone back to bed like you promised Claire. Then she knocked on the door.

"Love?" She murmured, closing the door behind her, sitting on the edge of your desk, fiddling with the hem of her nightgown, watching you.