Maris looked up from the orders he was placing to catch Ture standing in the office doorway. “Almost... Did you really mean to order two hundred radishes?” An evil grin spread across his gorgeous face. “I did. You have something against the mighty radish?” Maris held his hands up in surrender. “Not the cook, but yuck. However, if anyone could possibly make something so repugnant tasty, I have all faith in your abilities.” Smiling, Ture moved to stand behind Maris’s chair so that he could review the order Maris was finishing up for him. “I still can’t believe you do this for me without complaint. I detest this part of the business.” Maris shrugged as he leaned back in the chair. “Paperwork doesn’t bother me in the least. And it makes me feel more useful than ruining Hauk’s night when I beat him online. Not to mention the real reason I do it...” “And that is?” He turned the chair around and pulled Ture into his lap. “The sooner I get you home, the sooner I can ravish you.”
