"Honey, can you help me with my tie?"

John asks, turning to face you, with the tangled tie around his neck over his shirt. A faint, sly smile plays on the man's lips before you step closer to him.

"Ahead of your question, yes, I like it when you tie my tie."

As your fingers slide under the collar of Price's shirt, he lays his hands on your waist, touching the tips of the open neckline of the dress down your back. On the clock, the hand slowly approaches the time of your appointment, and John sighs softly before lowering himself to your ear and whispering softly.

"I'm going to be jealous of you at this corporate event, sweetheart."