Stefan sat behind his desk, his laptop open in front of him and a stack of files spread across the polished wood surface. The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of his office, casting long strips of light across the carpet.
His fingers moved quickly across the keyboard as he reviewed a financial report.
The office was quiet except for the faint background noise coming from the air conditioner and the occasional sound of footsteps and conversations outside the door.
Just as he finished typing a note, his phone buzzed softly on the desk.
Stefan glanced down absentmindedly. Then his brows lifted when he saw that the message was from Genevieve.
A slow grin spread across his face as he opened it.
It was a photo.
Genevieve lay across a hotel bed, propped up on one elbow. Her blonde hair spilled down around her shoulders in soft waves, and she wore a red silky nightdress that clung lightly to her body.
