365 DAYS AS HIS WIFE
"Taking care of yourself and your baby is work. Important work."
"No." I shook my head, frustration rising. "That's not what we agreed to. You said I'd work for you, that I'd earn my keep. This is just... this is charity with extra steps."
His jaw tightened slightly. "Fine. You want a job?"
"Yes."
"Make my morning coffee."
I stared at him. "What?"
"Every morning at exactly 6:30 AM, I want coffee," he said, his voice taking on that controlled, precise tone again. "Black. Two shots of espresso. Exactly 180 degrees Fahrenheit, not hotter, not cooler. No sugar, no cream, no variations."
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