THIRTY

Four days later.

Thaddeus was in his office in the afternoon perusing leftover paperwork that had for days gathered on his desk when Sarah stuck her head through his door and made a hissing noise.  He looked up at her and mouthed, ‘what?’

“There’s a lady here to see you,” she said then opened the door further for his guest to enter.

Thaddeus dropped the papers he had in his hand and stood up as Constance strolled into his office.  She looked smart and breath-taking in a snappy high-neck cream blouse and jacket with a skirt to match, with a handbag slung over her shoulder.  Her blonde hair flowed behind her shoulders; its lustre matched the warmth of her smile as she approached his desk with cat-like grace.  Thaddeus swallowed and tried not to blush as he felt a sudden stirring in his pants as she came round his desk to kiss him on his cheek.

“I finally get to see what your office looks