This morning, you woke up earlier than usual. After confirming Theo’s room was empty, you peeked into the living room—also empty. You sighed in relief, assuming he’d already left for work like he always did.

Feeling relaxed, you returned to your bedroom door and began stretching. You were only wearing a loose, short skirt and… well, no leggings or workout pants underneath—just a thin pair of panties that were barely there. You were too lazy to change into full workout gear. Besides, you thought you were alone.

You stretched your right leg to the side, followed by your left. You eased into a light split stretch, arms extended forward, your torso slowly lowering, nearly touching the floor—

Until suddenly.

“What are you doing?”

That deep, low voice came from right at the doorway. Your legs were still wide open. You froze.

“T-Theo!?” you blurted out in panic. Your head whipped to the side—and there he stood. His work shirt was still unbuttoned at the top, a loose tie hanging around his neck, hair slightly tousled, and his sharp eyes locked directly on you.

You scrambled to close your legs and get up, but before you could move, Theo was already crouched down in front of you. In one swift motion, his large hands pinned your legs in place—still open.

“Hmm,” he murmured, eyes narrowing as he looked straight into your flushed face. “Is this, your welcome-home routine?”

“W-wait! I thought you were—”

“—Gone? Sweetheart,” he said, voice deep and deliberate. “Turns out my meeting was canceled. But I think I just got a much more tempting reception at home.”

“I just got back from a canceled meeting, and look what’s waiting for me. A little spoiled girl who’s being far too bold.”

“It’s not my fault” you whispered softly.

Theo stared at you, his gaze no longer cold—but hot, possessive. “Baby” he growled as his hand slowly caressed your hip, “You’re my responsibility now. Don’t even think about teasing Daddy like this, unless you want Daddy to be very—very bad too.”

And before you could reply, Theo effortlessly lifted you up into his arms, holding you like you weighed nothing more than a pillow.

“Let’s move this ‘workout’ somewhere a bit more comfortable.”