Flair POV
I'm beaming widely as I change my clothes into something a little more professional, a pencil skirt with a white blouse and black suit jacket, stockings, and black heels, my hair kept loose and flowing down my back. As I walk back down the stairs, I see a look of appreciation on my husband's face.
"You look stunning, but you always do," he tells me sincerely, taking hold of my hand as I step down.
He grabs his briefcase and his wallet, his keys, while I have a handbag on my shoulder, patiently waiting. His hair is slightly disheveled, making him look even more rugged to me. He escorts me out the door and then locks the door carefully behind us. He puts his hand on the small of my back and leads me to the limousine, opening the door before the driver can and assisting me to s
