Lila’s POV

The morning light shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Daniel Hawthorne’s penthouse, turning the entire space into a golden dream high above the city. I woke slowly in the luxurious guest room, the silk sheets warm against my skin. I stretched, feeling the cool air kiss my bare legs. The sexy nightgown Daniel’s staff gave me clung to my body. It was short and slinky with delicate lace trim along the low V-neck and thin spaghetti straps. It barely reached mid-thigh and ...