Another Day At Work (Tag rebel-elle)
Matt was sitting at his desk, wrestling with his paperwork. It was the most irritating part of his job. And he was sure his reports gave the chief headaches. But hell, he was a good cop. It wasn't his fault he could barely read or write. As he sat there, trying to make his report make sense, the man in the next desk looked up and whistled. "Whoo, foxy lady heading our way."
Matt glanced up. "Watch it, Jack, that's my wife," he said, reaching out to punch the man lightly on the shoulder.
"You're kidding me." He looked Elle up and down. "How'd you score a babe like that, Parkman?"
"Just lucky." He stood up, smiling at the woman. "Hey, sweetheart. Didn't expect to see you here."
Matt glanced up. "Watch it, Jack, that's my wife," he said, reaching out to punch the man lightly on the shoulder.
"You're kidding me." He looked Elle up and down. "How'd you score a babe like that, Parkman?"
"Just lucky." He stood up, smiling at the woman. "Hey, sweetheart. Didn't expect to see you here."