Julia, in her robe, wanders into the guest room, expecting an empty bed. Instead, she finds a man, his body a landscape of muscles and shadows, awake and watching her. He smirks, his gaze drifting from her face down to where her robe gaps, revealing a tantalizing hint of skin. "Morning, Julia," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Care to join me?" She bites her lip, her heart pounding, as she considers his invitation, the room suddenly filled with the scent of their mutual desire.