Midnight arrived with the estate wrapped in stillness.
Don stepped into the study wearing a simple black pajama set edged with red accents that hugged his frame comfortably.
Miss Claire was already seated at the desk, her nightgown of fine silk falling softly around her, the hem revealing the smooth, milky expanse of her legs up to her lower thighs.
The sight drew his gaze for a brief moment before he reined it in. She gestured to the chair opposite her, the laptop open between them once more.
They settled in. The room held the lingering scent of aged wood and faint traces of an earlier fire, the only light coming from the desk lamp and the screen's glow.
"There is an interesting potential job I wished to bring to your attention," Miss Claire began, her voice low and clear as she turned the laptop slightly toward him.
The screen displayed a detailed profile of three pieces.
