You walked into your office, quickly making your way to the comfortable leather chair. You sat down and sighed. The work for the day was already piled up neatly on your desk, making you roll your eyes slightly.
"Well they sure don't hold back," you mumbled to yourself. You began to reorganize the files when a knock came at your office door.
You looked up, and smiled when you saw your husband, leaning against the door frame.
"Hi," you laughed a little, resting your elbows on the table. John walked up to you, kissing your cheek before brushing a few of your hairstrands behind your ear. "Can I help you?" you teased.
"Yes, let my wife know that she's the most stunning thing on the face of the earth," he winked.
"Stop!" you blushed. John chuckled before sitting at the edge of your desk. "So how's the Jensen case?" you inquired, referring to one of the company's clients.
"Fair," he nodded. "They won't settle, so we have to work extra hard," he shook his head before standing up. "Well, I'd better get back to work," he kissed your forehead. "We wouldn't want people thinking that I favor you, now would we?" he teased, making you scoff playfully as he made his way out of the office.
"I love you!" he called before shutting the door behind him. You laughed and shook your head. John was the best thing that had ever happened to you, and you knew that you had to be honest with him. You decided that in a week, you would tell him - when the Jensen case would end. That appeared to be the best time.
You lowered your head and began to write before you heard your office door open again. You laughed.
"John, what now?" you looked up, only to widen your eyes when you saw Michael. He held a gift bag in one hand, and a bunch of flowers in the other.
"Sorry, am I interrupting?" he laughed sheepishly. After a moment, you shook your head and gestured for him to sit down.
"No, no," you laughed a little. "Not at all. Please, have a seat,"
Michael did as told, setting the gift bag and the flowers onto your desk.
"These are for you," he gestured to the items. "You left your purse behind yesterday, so I thought I'd come to return it,"
You widened your eyes. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry! I must've forgotten it when I left with John," you grimaced. "I'm sorry, for troubling you,"
"Oh, no, not at all," Michael chuckled. "I like giving gifts, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.
"Wow," you sighed. "Thank you...really,"
"Don't mention it," he waved you off.
A moment of silence presented itself between the two of you before Michael cleared his throat.
"I was...wondering," he fiddled with his fingers. "If you'd like to have a cup of coffee with me this afternoon,"
Your heart skipped a beat when you heard those words. Your heart's movements made you a teeny bit angry. You felt unfaithful.
"Uh...I really would like to," you sighed. "But I'm...married," you held your left hand up. "I don't think that...this is appropriate,"
"(Y/N)," he laughed in amusement. "I didn't ask you out on a date. Just coffee,"
You paused, thinking about it. A moment passed before your features relaxed, and you nodded.
"Fine then," you grinned. "Coffee it is,"
Around two in the afternoon, Michael had taken you to a private cafe, a place that he had hired just for the two of you. Since you had never been to this particular cafe, you were taken aback by how fancy it all looked.