The bright morning sun streamed through the expansive glass windows of the executive penthouse suite, illuminating the polished mahogany furniture and highlighting the quiet, intense rhythm of Solaria Bay Resort.
Inside her corner office, Jen sat behind her sleek desk, trying her absolute best to review the resort's regional security budget. But her mind and her body were still recovering from the intense, stormy nights she had spent wrapped in Thomas's arms.
Her skin still tingled with the memory of his heavy touch, and a faint, sweet ache lingered in her thighs. Yet, despite the undeniable passion that had reignited between them, a cold, sharp fear sat like a heavy stone in her stomach.
A soft knock sounded at her door, and Thomas walked in, holding a fresh cup of tea for her.
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