Evelyn woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and a delicious soreness throughout her body. She shifted slightly and realized she was alone in the enormous bed, though the sheets beside her still held warmth.
She sat up, surprised to find herself dressed in a soft silk nightgown she didn't remember putting on. She felt clean and refreshed, as if someone had carefully tended to her while she slept.
Looking around the room, she saw no trace of the romantic setup from the night before. The rose petals and candles had been cleared away, leaving the bedroom immaculate. If not for the pleasant ache between her legs and the lingering scent of Roman's cologne on the pillows, she might have wondered if the passionate night had been a dream.
A small note on the nightstand caught he
