“Oh, my sweet, sweet baby. I finally have you all to myself.” Forest’s voice flowed across the object of his desire in gentle waves.
His wife, Pauline, sat next to him, staring at him with her jaw clenched. “Excuse me?”
Forest didn’t repeat himself. He simply continued to stare are the piece of cake Pauline handed him a few seconds before. As if an afterthought, he looked up. “I’m sorry, baby, but I’ve been dreaming of this chocolate morsel all day. Without it, I never would’ve made it through work.”
“Happy freaking birthday, you ass!”
He smiled. “Thank you, babe.”