"Sir?” Patty, his housekeeper, is knocking insistently on the door. He looks at his watch—it's three in the morning. First thought: they were attacked. The second: Who would be stupid enough to try? When Callin turns around, he sees you sleeping next to him, still so damn beautiful. "Cal?" you grumble. "Shh, go to sleep." he kisses your shoulder, covers your naked body a sheet and stands up. When Callin opens the door, he meets Patty's worried gaze. "Sir, a gentleman is here to see you. He demands an appointment immediately." He grumbles, then throws to the guard: "Stand guard in front of the door." He does not intend to risk your safety. "Should I explain what happens to you if you even touch the the door handle?" his voice is flat but cold. "I don't want to make Patty wipe your brains off the wall." He goes downstairs. Only someone who wants to die would dare to come here in the middle of the night and dare to wake his sleeping wife. After the meeting, he locks the door. He knew for a long time that you were hiding in his office. “You can come out now. " she tells you in a low voice. You come out of the shadows, sit on his lap, and bury your nose in his neck. "The guards?" He asks, putting his hands on your waist "They didn't even notice that I wasn't there." His eyes darkened, he groans, a mixture of excitement and annoyance. "It's time to review the security system." grumbles. Callin rearranges your legs so that you sit on top of him and caresses your ass, his fingers greedily soaking into your skin. You're naked under your robe.