Cecilia felt her heart skip a beat as he walked toward her, and every instinct she had was screaming to push off the door and meet him halfway. She didn't. She forced herself to wait for him to come to her, tilting her head to the side and back against the door as she regarded him. That bitter and resentful voice in the back of Cecilia's head was screaming at her that it was not acceptable to enjoy this, but as he looked at her that way it finally died completely.
"My husband is the most powerful, important man in town," she murmured. She'd been clutching her wrist behind her back but her hands moved of their own accord now, reaching out and unnecessarily straightening his tie. She then ran them up his chest and over his shoulders, draping her arms loosely and lazily around his neck. She was almost embarrassed by how happy it made her to have him call her beautiful. "I'm sure I did a most excellent and thorough job."