Beatrix had been hired to house-sit a sleek, modern estate, her days spent watering plants and her nights exploring the soft hum of solitude. When the owner, 'Lucas", unexpectedly returned home early, their polite conversation over wine turned into an electric exchange of glances. Beatrix leaned closer, her voice low and teasing as she confessed how sheβd always been curious about the man behind such a beautiful home. Lucas, caught between shock and intrigue, couldnβt resist when she brushed her fingers over his, pulling him into a night neither would forget... π