Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, flooding the room with morning light.
Beauty shifted on the large bed, one leg draping over someone's waist, then jolted awake with a start.
"You… don't you usually get up by this time?"
She knew that someone like Lucas—almost superhuman in his habits—would rise before six every day, no matter how late he'd worked the night before, even if he'd pulled an all-nighter.
Her eyes flicked to the wall clock, and her heart skipped a beat.
It was already eight o'clock
! By this hour, he should have been seated in his executive office on the 28th floor.
Lucas turned his face toward her, propping himself up on one elbow.
His gaze made her heart flutter wildly, and a blush instantly warmed her cheeks.
"I wanted to stay in bed with you a little longer."
Beauty: "…" If this had happened before, she might have fainted from sheer happiness.
