She grabs her phone and looks at the text that just came in. "Be naked and on your knees by the front door in five minutes. Stay there waiting for me until I get home." She looks at the clock and is happy to see it's barely after one. He must have gotten off work early. She quickly undresses and puts her clothes away and is kneeling by the front door with a minute to spare. She puts her hands behind her back so that her breasts jut out in front of her. They look better when her arms are raised or behind her head but He would probably think that is silly so she doesn't do it.
He doesn't come home right away and she thinks He must have stayed chatting with someone after work. The floor is a little hard on her knees and she wishes He would hurry. Could whatever He is doing not wait until tomorrow? She hasn't heard His truck yet and sits down. She can always get on her knees when she hears Him coming in. She leans against the wall to wait. Half an hour goes by and she is still waiting. More time passes and she looks at the clock. An hour has gone by and He still hasn't come in. She is unsure whether she should be worried about Him or annoyed but is leaning on annoyed. He has forgotten that she is waiting. She is sure of it. He must have gotten sidetracked and just forgot. She goes and grabs her phone, sits back down by the door to play games on it.
She keeps an eye on the clock and at three gets up. She needs to pee and is bored with her phone. She goes to the bathroom and into the kitchen to get a drink of water. Looking around she decides to start something for dinner but first goes in and puts on panties and a t-shirt. There is just something wrong about cooking naked. Another look at her phone shows nothing from Him and she sends Him a text. "Hey. You all right?"
Soup sounds good and she is pretty sure she has everything she needs to make it. Also, it's one of her favorite things to make. No cookbook needed; just some imagination. She starts on it and turns music on. It doesn't take very long to have everything ready and simmering in the pot. She makes a salad and some garlic butter for bread. Looks at her phone and, realizing it is almost five, decides it's been long enough since He texted her that she can officially worry. She dials His number and hangs up when the voicemail kicks on.
Dinner is as ready as she can get it and she settles on the sofa, turning the tv on. She channel surfs some and, as it's moments before five, she settles on the news. The news is depressing. She doesn't watch it very often but feels like she should know at least a little of what is going on in the world. She hears the truck pull in at around 5:30 and rolls her eyes. "He is going to walk in and be just fine and have no idea why I've been worried," she thinks.
He opens the front door and immediately yells for her, "Emma!" She goes to greet Him and He looks at her. She can see He is angry and can't figure out why. "Hey. Dinner's ready."
"Emma. Did I or did I not tell you to do something today?"
"Uh... You did. And I did but you never came home. So, I fixed dinner. Did you get stuck doing something at work?"
"No. Nope. Didn't get stuck. This is when I always get home."
"So you just thought, what, that I would kneel by the front door for four hours waiting for you? That's crazy." Emma turned to walk away and he grabbed her t-shirt, stopping her.
