The scent hit him first, some combination of her perfume and body lotion, floral with something deeper beneath. By the time he reached the master bedroom, Daniel had told himself at least three times to play it cool. Be reasonable. Be professional. but not-stupid.
What happened with them fucking, should never happen. Being civil with each other was an option not crossing the red line…again.
Then the door creaked open.
She wasn't in the red dress anymore.
The silk had been replaced by a set of pajamas so short and soft they looked like they belonged in a private ad campaign, not a bedroom meant for sleeping. The top barely grazed her waist, all slouchy neckline and off-the-shoulder teasing. The shorts were dangerous and tight but that only made it worse.
They looked made for being peeled off.
