Sighing, I laid down in bed, exhausted from the long day. I’d had two cups of scotch swimming in my veins that I was sure was going to lull me to sleep soon.

Before I could shut my eyes, I heard the door open and then click shut. I frowned, picking up my head, looking toward it. I saw her thin silhouette from where I laid. 

She had on a silky white nightgown that showed way too much cleavage. Her skin was milky from the moonlight spilling through the curtains. Her hair was damp and curly, most likely from a shower.

She looked so sexy.

Fresh and ready to devour.

Seeing her like that sent all of my morals flying out the door she’d just walked through.