The sunlight filtering through the hotel room's sheer curtains painted a warm glow across the room.
Silas stood near the window, buttoning his shirt, while the soft rustle of sheets behind him caught his attention.
On the large bed, a beautiful young woman stretched languidly, her silky blonde hair cascading over her bare shoulders.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she propped herself up on one elbow, her gaze fixed firmly on him.
The question in Silas's mind wasn't whether last night happened—it very much had—but rather, how they ended up here.
....
It had all begun the previous evening. After leaving the art gallery, Silas had been wandering the streets of Paris, taking in the city's charm.
He hadn't intended to stop at the quaint café near the Seine, but the inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pastries had drawn him in.
