It was sundown, and shadows of trees coming in through windows lay on oak flooring. The bed was still neatly made with white eyelet comforter on goose down mattress, plush pillows in abundance thrown at the intricately carved cherry headboard.
He was stretched out across the bedding, fully dressed, propped up on one elbow – just watching her. Naturally handsome, mature and youthful at once – thick hair pulled back in a subtle ponytail, gray at the temples. The perfect gentleman – except at night – when the evolution began… with her.
She sat at the dressing table, a delicate antique with a triple mirror. She wore a forest green satin sheath gown, sleeveless, thin straps over bare shoulders, her back to him… she picked up the pearl handled brush and turned the bristles upward to begin stro
