James could unfortunately see Helena from the corner of his eye, her rounded breasts beneath the silk, the contours of her slender waist making her look like a true work of art. He caught the scent of her skin—floral. He noticed the sway of her hips as Helena walked toward him, her black hair cascading down her back. The silk nightgown was so thin that he could see the entire outline of her body.

His erection was immediate, and James felt terribly guilty about it. He closed his eyes, ...