If her husband managed to get his ass home at a reasonable time, even better. Maybe they could soak in the bath together.
Of course, Lana was not so lucky recently. The first person she encountered upon entering her spacious home was none other than Chloe, who appeared to take Lana’s coat and umbrella.
“Did you have a good day, ma’am?” she asked, her cute little face almost enough to make Lana throw up. “Roberta says your dinner is waiting for you.”
Lana eyed her suspiciously. “Bring it up to my room.” She shook off her sweater and piled it on top of her coat in Chloe’s arms. “If my husband comes home, tell him I want to see him.” They had a cuddle appointment.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Lana hoped that was the last of seeing any help that night. As soon as she had her dinner waiting for her on a small table in the master suite, she switched on one of her favorite TV shows and enjoyed it until she was full and happy enough to go about her business.
She slipped into something more comfortable, which amounted to a thin white T-shirt and cotton shorts, topped with a red silk robe that was more style than function. It mattered little to her. Her body ached from the trials of the day, and if her damned husband would respond to her texts, she could find out if she should take a bath without him or wait for his arrival.
Damnit, forgot my seal. She was in the midst of gluing invitations together for a soiree she was throwing at the beginning of February, shortly after returning from her second honeymoon. She paused the DVR on the flat screen and shuffled into the hallway. Her office was a few doors down, and she was absolutely sure that’s where she last left her seal.
Unfortunately, Ken’s office was another stone’s throw away from her office. This meant she had a fantastic view of his open door and the light spilling out.
He’s home? That was annoying, if only because he never texted her, and nobody came up to inform her after she explicitly asked for them to do so. I need to hire new help. And a new husband. Huffing, Lana marched down the hall, bypassing her office to head straight to Ken’s.
She caught Chloe going through her husband’s locked drawer. A key dangled from her fingers.
“What the!” Lana suddenly became three times as large, overtaking the office doorway the moment Chloe freaked the hell out. She slammed the desk drawer shut, locking it with no more finality than Ken ever did. “What the hell is going on here?”
They came to an instant impasse. Lana, finding the help going through her husband’s belongings; Chloe, caught with a key hanging from her hand. Her face was so pale that she looked almost spectral.
“Mrs. Andrews…”
“That’s right.” Lana found her bearings and approached, not giving a shit if her robe slipped open and Chloe saw the boss’s bouncing tits beneath a thin white T-shirt. “Mrs. Fucking Andrews. Care to tell me what the fuck you are doing here, little girl?”
Chloe really did look little and girlish. She looked like a teenager caught sneaking out, or a small child caught peeking a look at the gifts beneath the Christmas Tree. But she wasn’t a child. She was a grown-ass woman. A grown, sexualized woman caught going through the master’s belongings.
Or had that key been given to her? Not even Lana had a key to her husband’s desk. She knew where to find it, but had never been given one…
“I’m so sorry… Mr. Andrews told me to…”
“Told you to what? Oh, I bet this is rich.” Here it was. Here came the confession. Chloe couldn’t deny it any longer. Either she was up to something too nefarious for words, or she was cheating with Lana’s bastard of a husband.
“He told me to pick up and drop things off here. I’ve been helping him with a project, ma’am.”
“What project?”
“I’m so sorry!”
Lana was no match for how tiny this girl was. Chloe was able to slip easily past her, bolting into the hallway with the key still clasped in her hand. No matter how loudly Lana called after her, she could not convince the girl to stop, confess her sins, and meet her fate.
You’re kidding me!
Lana went into her husband’s office, slamming the door behind her. I will expose this asshole. She went to the coat closet full of tax files and receipts. There, on the top shelf, was an inconspicuous box that Ken kept some valuables in. Sure enough, she quickly found a tiny ring of keys, one of which was sure to go to his desk.