Nash entered the room and gently closed the door behind him.
Victoria was standing near the large window, her cup of black coffee steaming in her hand.
The gentle the Spires' twilight filtered through her thin black nightdress. The light fabric clung slightly to her skin, highlighting the full roundness of her breasts, the slimness of her waist, and the generous curve of her hips. Her long golden legs glowed softly under the warm light.
She turned her head slightly toward him and smiled.
Nash took a few steps forward, his hands in the pockets of his pants.
"Still awake?" He glanced at the cup. "And drinking coffee at this hour. I figured you'd be emptying a glass of wine after everything that just happened."
Victoria brought the cup to her lips and drank slowly. She kept the coffee in her mouth for a moment before swallowing, then turned the cup between her fingers.
