

He stepped into the room—and froze.
Light spilled through the heavy curtains, casting her in a glow—dressed all in white, lacy, ethereal.
She sat on a velvet chair, like a scene from a portrait come to life just for him.
“I knew you’d come,” she said, without rising. She only tilted her head slightly and ran her finger along the ribbon on #ai her thigh.
“The real question is... are you ready to stay?”