A small piece of fiction for your Wednesday morning. I wish Brad wasn’t playing right into my stereotype. Enjoy!
She closed the door to Brad’s office, rushed to the reception desk, and pressed the button that opened the locked door. Her stockinged feet tugged on the course carpet, and she shoved them under the desk. No one would see them.
“Hi, Katie.” She tucked her hair behind her ear. “I didn’t think we’d see you today.”
Katie smoothed down her lavender pleated skirt and gave her a tight smile. “I thought I’d come and surprise Brad. He was only saying the other day that he wished we would talk more.”
She cleared her throat, picked up the phone and called into Brad’s office. “Sorry for the interruption, sir. Your wife is here.”
She hung up.
“Go on in.”
Katie pushed the door open into her husband’s office. He was behind his desk, bent over his laptop, his brow furrowed.
“Busy?” Katie said, walking around behind him and kissing him on the head. He looked up and smiled.
“Always got time for you.” He closed the laptop and swivelled his chair around.
Katie spun her wedding ring around on her finger.
“Why are your shoelaces untied?”
Brad looked down and shrugged. “I kicked them off under the desk earlier.” His fingers moved quickly on the round brown laces, double knotting them into bows.
“Then why is there a pair of high heels under your desk too?”