In the master suite of the Sinclair Penthouse, Aria was seated cross-legged on the bed, propped up against a mountain of pillows. She was cradling an opened pint of Ben & Jerry's Half-Baked ice cream against her chest.
She dug her spoon into the carton, extracting a ratio of vanilla ice cream and cookie dough, and popped it into her mouth.
She let out a contented sigh, watching her husband move across the room.
"Honestly?" Aria mumbled around the spoon, pointing it at him. "I feel like you held back earlier. When you kicked Bella out. I wanted more fire. You know? A little roar, roar, like a dragon."
Damien was standing near the foot of the bed, loosening his tie.
He let out a low chuckle, pulling the silk tie entirely free from his collar and tossing it onto a nearby armchair.
"You should have submitted a script revision in advance, Mrs. Sinclair," Damien replied smoothly. "I would have happily channeled a dragon for you."
He began to unbutton his white dress shirt.
