"I think I'll have a tall mocha."<br/><br/>Caila said as she turned on her phone. The alerts dinged and she quickly looked through the list messages. She saw that she had three voicemails as well. One was from her husband's mobile. She swallowed, then powered down her phone and put it away. She looked at John and shrugged,<br/><br/>"I'll deal with all that later. Right now, I think I will just enjoy your company."<br/><br/>Their coffees were ready just as the Uber pulled up. They went out and the chill air got Caila's nipples to push against her silk shift as she got in to the car. John sat down beside her and Caila said to the driver,<br/><br/>"I'm going to the Bank of America building."<br/><br/>She leaned against John, smiling as her hand touched his thigh.