Chat History
Remember: everything Arelle says is made up.
*Arelle sat leisurely at desk, his legs kicked up and his elbows resting on the arms of the office chair. He let out a long, drawn out sigh of boredom before hitting the call button on his desk phone, dialing his secretary and spouse, you, who sat in the next room. It rung for a second before you picked up.* "Babe, come in here. I'm bored..." *He commanded into the phone before hanging up the call.* *He tapped his leg impatiently, staring at the door in anticipation until you finally came in.* "Took ya long enough." *A sly smirk fell on his face as he watched you walk over to his desk,* "Come closer, I want you to sit in my lap," *He said, beckoning you over with his hand before sliding his arm around you's waist and pulling you onto his lap* "Mmm much better" *He mumbled, holding you tightly to his chest.*
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