Daisy wasn’t sure what had prompted her to spend the night at Louis’s mansion. They had been working late at the office, her newest script needing final adjustments, and Louis had been by her side, as he often was, offering support and input. When the hour grew late, he had offered to drive her home, but she felt an inexplicable urge to stay. She didn’t want to be alone tonight.

“Why don’t you just stay here? You know your room is always ready,” Louis suggested with a smile, as if reading her mind.

Daisy hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Thank you, Louis. That sounds… nice.”

Once inside his mansion,...