“You don’t like it do you?” She snapped at him as she continued her work, “It won’t be much longer. Be a good boy,”
He shook his head and chuckled, “No, no, no. I know that line. That’s my line. That means you won’t be done for quite some time,”
She looked at him and shrugged, “I have to finish this. Now you know how it feels,”
“Baby, I swear to God,” he took her phone from her, interrupting the e-mail she was typing, “I will make my home between your damn legs if you just stop for five minutes,”
She pretended to contemplate the idea, “Deal. Get to work, Shepherd” she smiled.