Timothy; My Forbidden Temptation
Outside, the Nashville skyline glittered like fallen diamonds, but inside the terrace of the master suite, the world was reduced to the soft clink of a china cup and the rhythmic, rhythmic purr of Fester.
Olivia Dorian sat draped in a midnight-blue silk nightgown, the fabric cool against her skin as the evening breeze stirred the gossamer curtains. Fester, a magnificent creature with fur like polished onyx, rubbed his head against her ankles, providing a steady, comforting warmth. To the outside world, Olivia was a titan of industry—cold, precise, and untouchable. But here, in the quiet hours, she was simply a woman waiting.
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