SERENA'S POV
Put it on this evening, I’ll send someone to pick you.
I read the pink sticky note attached to the branded black gift bag with a slight smile of amusement.
We had ended up having s*x twice this morning—it was the perfect relaxation therapy I needed—and I found myself drifting into sleep again.
This time, dreamless and peaceful. In that half-conscious haze, I felt him place a kiss on my forehead and lips, the faint trace of his warmth lingering even as the soft click of the door closing told me he was gone.
When I woke again, breakfast was waiting by my bedside, its aroma filling the room and tugging me from the last strands of sleep.
It took effort to pull my tired body upright, every muscle deliciously sore from indulgence, but duty called.
I had scheduled a meeting
