Janice awoke the next afternoon to a soft kiss on her cheeks.

Her nose flared at the familiar musky cologne that wafted to her nostrils. She opened her eyes slowly and let out a sigh as she spotted Jules at the foot of the bed.

His hair looked dishevelled, and she noticed he had discarded his tie and jacket, leaving only the inner shirt which was rolled.

“When did you arrive?” Janice murmured, groggily, whilst sitting up.

She braced her back with a pillow and groaned as she kneaded the muscle at the back of her neck. 

She had met with the Queen earlier before she came back to bed...