Jonah laced his fingers together and stretched them about his head. The muscles in his shoulders popped and he groaned. Damn, he really couldn’t sit in the same spot for hours on end without every body part hating him with a vengeance.
He removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. The words had blurred together about an hour ago. The files needed to be read through, signed and handed off to the courier at twelve. It would have been easier to print the pages off and Jonah would have done that, if he wasn’t working with a limited amount of printer ink. He’d spent months putting the contract together for the company merger between Murdock and Hall. It needed to be ironclad.
Jonah got to his feet and half stumbled to the kitchen until his muscles warmed up. With one hand he pulled his tie loose and placed it on the counter. He switched the kettle on and worked on unbuttoning his shirt. He threw it onto the back of a chair and went about making a cup of coffee. The cool air in the apartment caressed his skin, and left goosebumps in its wake. Jonah didn’t feel it, too tired to take much notice. He poured in some milk and returned it back to the fridge.
He unbuttoned his trousers and as they fell to his feet he kicked them off.
The suit he’d be wearing for the day had been dropped off by the cleaners and he’d need a shower before he got dressed. He picked up the streaming hot cup and walked to the window. New York wasn’t even awake yet.
“You didn’t come to bed.”
He glanced over his shoulder to see her. She stood in the doorway, red hair tumbled in waves against her shoulders. The sheet she held against her chest left her shoulders bare and only highlighted her curves. Jonah glanced back out of the window. “I’m sorry, the night got away from me.” She moved so silently that Jonah didn’t register her closeness until her arm came around his waist. She rested her cheek against his back.
“I’m glad it’s nearly finished.”