___The image of fucking you on my desk___
Rachel's POV
"Rachel .S. Peters," Lorenzo corrected, hand leaving my side to intertwine his fingers with mine. "She is my wife and deserves your respect."
"Welcome Mrs Peters," they acknowledged and I beamed at them.
I felt his palm wrap around mine and peered at it before staring up at him. He offered a small smile in response and murmured a "Let's go."
My hand secured in his, I allowed him to drag me forward as he began walking. The stares of the employees remained on us as we strode across the lobby, his secretary whom I was just noticing strolling a few feet ahead.
He reached the elevator before us and clicked the button, stepping away for us to enter. I smiled appreciatingly at the kind looking young man who was a bit on the chubby side and clad in a black suit.
"Is he not getting in?" I implored as the metal doors were closing and he was still outside.
