Home is You

Chapter 4

 Liam

I shake my head dropping the file folder aggressively before sitting down behind my desk. I just received an earful from my dad about my editor's note for the next Eye on Fashion issue. He was not happy with it at all and asked, no demanded that I rewrite it.

I start plugging along when my phone pings.

Steffy: Are you planning on being home for dinner, or do you have to work late tonight?

Me: Do we have the same plans as we did last night? (wink face)

Steffy (Eye Rolls)

Steffy: Why is that the first thing that is ever on your mind?

Me: You know why. I can't help it. And you love it and want it just as much as I do. You can't play innocent with me, Baby.

Me: I don't know if I'm going to make it home for dinner honestly. My dad hated the editor's note for Eye on Fashion, and he demanded that I rewrite it.

Me: He actually threw the typed paper at me. He hasn't hated one of my editor's notes since the early days.

Steffy: Don't let him bother you. He is getting more old and ornery by the day. Guess it comes with age. He really needs to just retire already and stop putting you and Wyatt through this nonsense.

Me: I wish he'd retire already, or step back significantly. He's pushing 70, doesn't he want time to enjoy actual retirement? Wyatt and I can most certainly handle Spencer.

Steffy: You know that your dad is going to be working from the grave, right?"

Me: Ugh, I know (angry face)

Steffy: Sorry Babe

Steffy: Just remember that I love you and that you have 4 beautiful, well 5 if you include Beth, children that adore you. That's what matters. When your days are rough, you always know that you have us to come home to.

Steffy: I'll leave a plate covered on the stove for you, for when you get home.

Me: Thank you, Baby

Steffy: Don't stay too late, or I will have to have my boyfriend come over and keep me company.

My eyes grow at her text. I know she is taunting me. Steffy still after all these years knows how to get me going. I shake my head and smile already knowing what to send her as a reply.

Me: Don't count on it. Be ready for when I come home later and I'll make sure you forget your boyfriend for good. (kiss face)

Me: You won't want to ever look that way again.

Steffy: Threats do not get what you want, Mr. Spencer. (wink face)

Me: These kind of threats do, Mrs. Spencer.

As I picture Steffy sitting at her desk at Forrester, I am enamored with what I know is going on in Steffy's body right now. I know her breathing has become erratic, she's licking her lips, as well as squeezing her thighs together. I bit my own lip as I feel my need for her increasingly grow.

My office phone starts to ring bringing me out of the daze I was just in.

Me: I gotta go, Baby, my line is ringing,