“You sound like you need a stiff drink,” he asserted in a smooth and husky voice.

“Yeah, I had a really tough night,” I replied without moving or even opening my eyes.

I heard his shoes tap on the wooden floor, then a glass stopper from a bottle being removed. I silently listened as the liquid was poured into a glass and then another. The stopper was replaced and the tapping of his shoes began again. Each step was coming closer and closer to me, until they ceased and I felt him sit down next to me. All I could think was that his scent was divine.

I hadn't smelled...