Janice awoke the next afternoon to a soft kiss on her cheeks.

Her nose flared at the familiar murky cologne that wafted to her nostrils. She opened her eyes slowly and let out a sigh as she spotted Jules at the foot of the bed.

His hair looked dishevelled, and she noticed he had discarded his tie as well as jacket leaving only the inner shirt which was rolled on.

"When did you arrive?" Janice murmured, groggily whilst sitting up.

She braced her back with a pillow and ...