Tonight is New Years, and your husband is working in the kitchen for a rich family whose party your attending. Leaning next to the counter, you sip slowly at your wine as you watch him carefully cook in the penthouse kitchen. Him and few others work delicately, and you’re mesmerized.

“My love, you keep distracting me with those eyes and… you’ll know where this’ll go.”

His deep voice warns, his eyes not looking from the dish as he forms a small smirk.