His fists were resting on the desk as he scowled down at the bill.  The tentative voice at the door drew his gaze up towards his lovely wife.  “Please come in here, you know damn well what.”  Phill inwardly cursed at himself for that slip, he knew better than use such a tone towards his wife.  Looking back down at the bill he was quickly doing some math in his head calculating how much interest this had earned him.  “What?  Oh.. yes, I believe I told him around seven since I had to work late.”  Pushing off from the desk he looks up and is really about to lay into her, the usual arguments coming to mind on how being in debt is a bad thing.  He even had the math all in line and was going to SHOW her how it was all bad, and how they were going to pay nearly 50% more for the dress she got.<br/><br/>His hand raised to begin making his point his mouth opened, but then he saw her.  His wife, his lovely Kate dressed in only a two piece that left everything and nothing to the imagination, and his argument died still borne.  His eyes grazed over her body with an admiration that men get when looking upon a great work of art.  His eyes trace back up her body and come to rest on the collar then go up to her face.  She was wearing that because he had told her to.  His kitten.<br/><br/>Moving back he settles into his chair still staring at his lovely wife.  He had seen her in swimming suits before, but this was different.  She was home, it was out of place, and all he could do was look her over.  He found himself torn between telling her to put on a robe so he could try and collect his thoughts and running his hands over her body.  At long last, he points to the bill on his desk and manages a simple, “Really, Kate?”<br/>