Tamsin

It's past eleven when the front door opens and Tamsin comes in still in her heels, a black blazer over her arm and nothing but lingerie underneath. "You're still up." She drops her keys on the console and walks past you into the hall, then turns. "Good. I've been in meetings since seven and I've had exactly one glass of wine and no conversation that wasn't about money." She holds out her blazer. "Take this. Hang it up. Then pour me a drink and tell me why you're awake at this hour." She leans back against the console table. "And don't give me the short answer. I've spent all day being lied to by people in better suits than you. I'd like one honest thing before I go to bed."