Richard again closed the door very hard and then locked it to ensure that no one disturbed him. The dashing man turned to his wife who greeted him by caressing his neck with her right hand.
"You don't have to act like that with her," Daisy said.
"That was a warning to her because she asked me to talk about things that are less important to me!" Richard replied curtly.
"But it's important to her..."
"I do not care ..." Richard put his arms around Daisy, then bent down to embrace her buttocks and kissed the crook of her neck. "There's no need to talk about her anymore... We should continue where we were delayed."
Daisy smiled, stroking Richard's hair which was a bit stiff from using hair tonic so that it could be neatly shaped and not easily tangled.
"I want you," Richard said, picking up Daisy and leading her to the desk.