It was 10 am, and I was already done with this job for the day. How many more briefs would I have to file just so my client could have access to an easement that would allow him to use his own driveway? Such is the life of a real estate attorney I suppose.
As I stared out the window, I decided to text my husband, who was working in our home office ten miles away.
“Tonight?” the message read.
“??” He responded.
“Sex?” I replied.
“Who dis?” He responded. He was a bit shocked, I’m sure. I never mention sex while working. To say I am a bit of a workaholic is an understatement. From 8 to 5:30 each day, I’m way more consumed with work than sex. Make no mistake, I can throw down at night, but my sex brain only works at night. For whatever reason, though, things were a little different today.
“Seriously. Tonight?” I replied.
“What exactly do you want?” He asked.