Chapter 67 Dressed This For Me？
Charlotte blushed at the comment. Even though she'd been with Frederick for a while, taking the lead in bed still made her nervous. Plus, he was always so busy. She couldn't just show up at his place.
Just thinking about it made her feel embarrassed.
Frederick had been drowning in work, not returning home for three consecutive days. Charlotte didn't want to burden him further. She simply dropped off breakfast and a change of clothes daily, to which he never protested.
On Wednesday, Charlotte devoted the entire day to William. That evening, she whipped up a cake in her apartment, planning to surprise Frederick the next day. As she bustled about, Frederick phoned.
His voice sounded worn out, almost raspy. "I'm on my way back."
Charlotte was stunned. He was coming back?
She stood there, dazed.
Softening his tone, Frederick murmured, "Aren't you glad to see me?"
"Of course I am!" Charlotte's voice was hushed. "I'll whip up something. What's your craving?"
Frederick didn't answer her question. Instead, he asked, "Do you miss me?"
Flirting over the phone took her by surprise. Imagining him in his sharp office attire exchanging such banter with her made her squeeze her legs together. She meekly admitted, "I do miss you."
Frederick chuckled softly. That sound felt like a warm whisper in Charlotte's ear, prompting her cheeks to flush and her heart to race.
While she cooked, her thoughts wandered. When Frederick returned, did she truly need to seduce him?
Just as she finished preparing their meal, Frederick strolled in.
After days of being tied up, he appeared fatigued yet undeniably handsome. Seeing Charlotte setting the table, he approached and embraced her from behind, murmuring in a low voice, "What time's you meet on Saturday night, and where's it going down?"
His remembrance and initiative caught Charlotte off guard, touching her deeply.
Even if their relationship had an expiry date, the affection Frederick fostered resonated with her, devoid of any manipulation.
Charlotte tenderly clasped his hand, turning her face to facilitate his kiss.
Having been apart for days and never truly crossed the line, they were both turned on rapidly. Initially reserved, their kisses spiraled into unbridled passion. Charlotte took the lead, eager and compliant.
Frederick leaned into the heated exchange, teasing, "Missed me that much?"
Charlotte enveloped his neck, her gaze filled with fervent desire. Seizing the moment, she kissed him again, stating, "I haven't received the invite yet. It's set for seven in the evening. I'll clue you in on the location once I find out."
Softly, she asked, "Will it interfere with your work?"
Frederick smirked, playfully swatting her hand away, "If you don't want me to go with you, I won't."
Charlotte clung to him, blushing profusely, unwilling to let go.
Gently caressing her cheek, Frederick teased, "Impatient, are we? I should eat first. I might not have the stamina to handle you right now."
Despite her boldness, Charlotte refrained from prolonging the embrace.
She thoughtfully prepared a meal, placing two waffles on a plate. "Jessica mentioned these are your favorite. I was going to give them for your as breakfast tomorrow."
Frederick typically ate out for lunch and dinner. Having someone thoughtful and kind cooking for him felt comforting! Especially since he found her attractive.
After dinner, with a complex case ahead, Frederick had a rough plan, elevating his spirits. Relaxing on the living room couch, he casually perused documents.
Meanwhile, Charlotte lingered in the bathroom, finally mustering the courage to emerge. Tonight, she had changed into a champagne silk nightgown, exuding a captivating allure.
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