"What are you so happy about?" Vivan entered the bedroom and saw his wife laughing out loud.
"I caught a rat red-handed. There was a spy in my office. Moreover, it was my own trusted secretary that stole confidential information," Ira showed him the video clip she recorded earlier. As she decided to hold no secrets and spout lie in their relationship.
"Report him to the authorities on the grounds of stealing," Vivan advised after watching the clip.
"There will be a time for that. Let him enjoy playing a spy a bit more," Ira said playfully.
Ira stretched her waist and whined, "I am tired."
"Why don't you rest for a few days and leave these matters to me?" Vivan said while gently rubbing her shoulders. The matters of her company were more complicated than his thoughts.
Ira suddenly rested her head on his chest and said, "Do you think so too? I will not do anything, and I will only rely on you to take care of me."
Vivan was shocked. His whole body turned stiff as he did not dare to move.
His wife's offer tempted him. He hugged Ira's delicate body with one hand, trying to soften the voice said: "I will raise you. You don't have to do anything, and it doesn't matter."
Ira heard him say this. She looked up, smiling so sweetly at him, "Stupid."
Vivan didn't pursue the topic. Maybe she was joking. He knew how important her career was for her.
"Ah.." Ira's pained look fell in Vivan's eyes. Did she have a backache?
"Do you need a back rub?" he suggested in a low, almost inaudible voice.
"Sure, thanks." Ira nodded.
"My pleasure." Vivan was pleased.
"I will be back," Ira teased Vivan, kissing his cheeks then running to the washroom.
When he gained his senses, Vivan made arrangements while waiting for his wife to finish cleaning herself.
Vivan looked at Ira who just had a shower, wrapped only in a bath towel, standing in front of him like a flower that bloomed so beautifully; her delicate face, hair still dripping water, and an evident pinkish blush on her cheeks and nose. She seemed passionate and foxy seducing him with her long legs.
Vivan gulped at sight. It was he who needed to calm down.
"Let's start then." Vivan looked away and pointed at the bed. He touched his nose to check if he had a nose bleed.
"Ok," Ira left all her reserve. She clenched her fist with determination and walked in front of him. All her life, she could separate the feelings of her body and soul, never confusing the physical contact with any emotions. Why was she feeling so shy now?
Ira turned. With her back facing him, she let the towel fall slowly. Vivan stared at the silhouette. He looked away to stop himself from rushing to her.
A woman was lying on the bed, face down, and undressed until the waist. There were dim lights, scented candles, and soft music that made the atmosphere relaxing.
The man poured a humble amount of body lotion on his hands. He kneeled next to the woman's left hip and placed his hands on top of her back on either side of her spine. He glided them slowly with light pressure, as his warm hands had full contact on her skin.
He continued to warm her muscles from her shoulder to her waist, slowly sliding his hands in circular strokes.