57. Rough

Tanya's POV

"Hello sweetheart," I announced strutting into the room as the double doors crashed on the walls.

"Hello darling," he responded, his attention altered from the paper in his hand to me.

"Good morning," I greeted with a smile as he watched me attentively, his posture in an ash linen long-sleeved shirt, the first two buttons undone. 

"What happened to do as I said?" He inquired as I pulled out the seat opposite him and settled on it.

"You know me," I beamed, propping my leg on the desk. He lifted a brow at the action but said nothing. "I'm a stubborn one."

"That is true," he affirmed and leaned back in the seat.

"Good to see we have that certified," I murmured and rolled my eyes as I spotted him fighting back a smile. "And please don't act like you weren't expecting me to disobey."

"Truth is, I was," He smirked, folding his arms.