Chris eased his car under the hotel’s covered entrance, the engine’s low purr fading into the quiet night. He stepped out, drawn by the golden light spilling from the windows, the murmur of laughter and clinking glasses pulling him toward the promise of something warm inside. The air carried hints of fresh herbs and citrus—alive, inviting, like the place had a heartbeat. But amid the Friday rush, Meg saw him first. He sto...

It's another Monday morning. The start of another work week. Amara is sitting at her desk sipping her coffee and reading emails. She hears his voice. Her ears perk. Her nipples suddenly stand erect. She doesn't know what it is about his voice, but it sends electricity running through her body every time he speaks. "Hi Amara. How are you? Did you have a good weekend?" he asks. Amara smiles as she turns her chair towards hi...