Trish POV
"Hmm, It feels so much nicer to hug you like this," Andrew whispered.
Instead of just resting his head in my lap. He enfolded my body in his arms while he buried his face on my chest. Fondly rubbing his face in my bosom. I placed my arms at the back of his head as I allowed him a few moments of indulgence and I also kissed his forehead to relieve his tension.
I guessed he wouldn't dare to act scoundrelly if he did not secure the place through his able secretary Lena. He wouldn't want to set a bad example for his colleagues. Imagine if the Medical Director would be caught in an insidious act with his wife while doing a make-out session? Haha, It would be a big scandal.
But, Andrew will not go that far, he's not that type. He was just fond of teasing me.
Shortly, the intercom
