Matthew regarded her quizzically. "How so exactly?"
But Tessa merely gave him a mysterious little smile before replying, "You'll see for yourself soon enough."
"Have I told you yet today that you're really the perfect husband? I mean, not only are you gorgeous and sexy and really, really amazing in bed, but you help with the dishes, too. What else could a girl ask for?"
Ian laughed at his wife's teasing inquiry, and bent to kiss her cheek. "The least I could do, darling, considering how much effort you put into cooking such a wonderful dinner this evening. And I know Matthew appreciated it very much – especially the plates of leftovers you sent him home with."
Tessa smiled as she placed the last glass in the dishwasher, popped a detergent pod inside the appliance, and started the wash cycle. "I'm sure it must be tough on him getting takeout almost every night," she sympathized. "And he's admittedly not much of a cook. Besides, I doubt he'd have time to cook given all of the demands on his time. Don't you think the CEO of a company would be able to delegate a little more of his work?"
Ian shook his head. "Matthew is something of a control freak from what I've observed. And since he's still deeply involved in the design and development process of the software programs his company produces, it's not always possible for him to delegate certain aspects of the job. He's a genius, you know. Literally. His IQ is someplace in the stratosphere. So it's doubtful that too many people would be able to do some of the things he does."
"Well, I'm just glad he was able to join us for dinner tonight," declared Tessa. "We'll have to make it a point to have him over more often. And I'm so pleased that Sasha was able to fit him in for a massage tomorrow. I think she'll do him a world of good."
Ian looked at his wife quizzically as they began to make their way upstairs to their bedroom. "You are just referring to the massage, aren't you? Tessa, please tell me that you aren't trying to do a bit of matchmaking here."
She gave a careless little shrug. "That certainly wasn't my intent, no. But the more I think about it the more I like the idea. Strange as it may sound, I think Sasha might be exactly what Matthew needs in his life right now."
"They're absolutely nothing alike," pointed out Ian as he began to undress. "Matthew's the CEO of a multi-billion dollar corporation, lives in a penthouse, wears eight thousand dollar suits, and drives a top of the line Tesla – which is just one of the cars he owns. Sasha teaches yoga and does massage for a living, rents a single room in someone else's house, take the bus or walks everywhere, and the only time I've seen her wear anything but yoga clothes was at our wedding."
Tessa tapped him on the nose with her index finger. "Snob," she taunted teasingly, just before presenting him with her back so he could lower the zipper of her dress.
Ian chuckled, even as he sucked in a breath at the sight of her semi-nude body. He wasn't certain he'd ever stop feeling like an adolescent schoolboy in the presence of his young, sexy wife, and especially not when she was almost naked, clad in just a lacy bra and thong set of pale pink lace.
"It has nothing to do with the differences in their financial status," he clarified, even as he hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against his bare chest. "In spite of his wealth, Matthew is a very down-to-earth person, and not in the least bit snobbish. It's more a case of he and Sasha having different interests, and very different lifestyles. He's probably the most tech savvy person I've ever known, while I believe you've told me that Sasha doesn't even own a computer. And try as I might, I simply can't envision Matthew attempting a yoga class. Or meditating."
Tessa shrugged, running her hands up and down her husband's heavily muscled arms, her lips hovering around the hollow at the base of his throat. "Hmm. But maybe both of those things – yoga and meditation – are exactly what he needs right now to help relieve his stress. And you're right – the two of them are very different from each other. But you know the saying – opposites attract. It will be interesting to see if anything, ah, develops after his appointment tomorrow. And before you say anything, Ian, I am not trying to matchmake. Just trying to help out a friend in need is all."
"Speaking of needs," he whispered wickedly in her ear. He grabbed hold of her hand and brought it to his crotch, where his cock was already hard and fully erect. "As you can tell, love, I'm very, very needy for you this evening."