INT. - JULIAN BLACK'S MANSION - NIGHT

Simone poured the fragrant scotch into a heavy, crystal tumbler, the rich, amber color appealing to her in so many ways. She traced her fingers over the pattern in the glass, black eyes reflecting the low light as thunder echoed overhead.

Julian was waiting for her on the sofa, his long, lean body relaxed against the expensive leather, arms stretched out across the back as he watched her with quiet, gray eyes. Simone inhaled the ...