Our Dirty Little Secret

"Who had the thought of getting Vonna the new set of clothes?" Rutherford investigated once he was sure that no one would eavesdrop on their conversation.

His study room was a sacred space that not anyone could just simply waltz into.

Raylene looked up at the man who had circled her waist as she sat on his lap.

The large desk close to the window had a large and elegant chair to match it.

On this chair was the St. Claire couple, the husband on the chair with the wife secure on his lap.

Raylene and Butler Limo were the only ones who had ever entered this room after Rutherford.

'Ruthy only calls me here when he has something important to discuss.' The dainty woman in his arms thought and then looked up into his eyes.

"Why do you ask that?" She replied with another question after hearing this.

Rutherford frowned at the defensive words and body language of his usually docile wife.