MAYA'S POV The sun hit the floor-to-ceiling windows of my guest room at six in the morning, turning the entire penthouse into a bright, blinding box of light. I didn't mind. I had been awake for twenty minutes already, listening.In a house this expensive, you’d think the walls would be soundproof, but Julian’s home was rather open. I heard the distant thud of his feet on the floor, the hiss of the shower, and finally, the clink of ceramic in the kitchen.He was up.I stood up and walked to the mirror. I looked at the silk slip I’d chosen for the morning. It was thin—the kind of fabric that didn't leave much to the imagination, especially when the light hit it from behind. I didn't put on a bra. I didn't even bother with a robe. I wanted him to see exactly what he was trying so hard to ignore.I walked out of my room, my bare feet silent on the cold concrete floors.Julian was standing at the marble island, his back to me. He was dressed for work—dark slacks and a crisp white shirt t
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