The scent of roasted Arabica beans filled the kitchen, mixing with the crisp, sterile air of the glass-walled penthouse. Dominic leaned against the white marble island, his fingers curling around a ceramic mug.
.
He heard the soft patter of bare feet on the hardwood. He didn't turn. He didn't have to. He knew the rhythm of those steps, the hesitation, the deliberate slowness.
Lila entered the room.
As usual, the silk robe she supposedly wore to breakfast remained draped over the bathroom door. She stood there in the open, her skin pale against the morning light.
Over the last few months, the subtle changes in her body had become impossible to ignore. Her breasts had filled out, the n*****s peaking through the cool air, her hips curving with a newfound maturity that mocked his self
