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serenity. Perfumed rose petals and scented lavender submersed her half-lidded eyes in dreamy sensuality. Earthy wood tones incited her impulse to dive headstrong into the thick cloud of pillow top mattress, and barrel roll atop the crisply taut linens.
    She yawned and eagle-spread across the duvet for a brief moment, twinkling her toes near the foot of the bed. Danielle smoothed her hands over the luscious cotton fretted like silk, radiating the same afterglow as her cherished penthouse haven upstairs.
    The very next moment, her hands were fused behind her head as she faced the massive wall of windows, gazing at the transoms glimmering a mirage of tapered architectural peaks and valleys. A sea of mountainous silhouettes and spires sprung off their cobalt canvas in a maze of glittering lanterns, as her eyes glowed, blinking into focus.
    Almost falling asleep to the sound of sirens wailing a tapering tantrum...New York was New York. She'd grown to appreciate its brashness, grit, and mind-blowing opportunity. She loved a city that made dreams happen. There was no place like it.
    Fighting the effects of the wine, she debated whether to write tonight's journal entry. But, knowing how journalizing always made her come to terms with the reality of her own life, meant that she was minutes away from what could be another self-discovery.
    She leapt off the bed and wobbled over to the antique writing desk, Where's a pen? The desk was solid and bright white, but quaint and looked like it would've been in a summer cottage perched within a light-filled New England villa.
    As she braced herself on the century year old wood, the smooth surface was clear of anything except for a framed image of a young man and woman on a pier. Danielle paused and held the frame close for a moment, staring at the completely unfamiliar setting.
    Seconds later, she fumbled to place the frame exactly where she'd found it, still feeling the slight buzz from the merlot. But then, just as she slid the drawer open, she'd raised an eyebrow. There it was--a crisp letterhead from the offices of, Finch Young and Prentiss, CPAs . Apparently, he hadn't known her last name was Prentiss . He hadn't really known anything about her, or so she thought.
    Danielle was lost for words, as her mind spun what could've been a reasonable explanation, or maybe not. And then, a few moments later she'd tussled the letterhead back as she'd started to call for him, "Rom--"
    But then her call for him stunted in mid-sentence.
    Her hands were shaking but she'd stilled them as best she could to file the letterhead exactly between the folders where she'd found it. Danielle quickly slid the drawer shut nearly slamming her finger as she bolted back to the bed. It was barely a few seconds after she'd only called the first syllable in his name when he'd poked his head around the doorframe in his undershirt. "You called. Is everything okay?"
    Danielle suddenly noticed Roman standing in the doorway. She looked at him with uneasiness, as he stood panting. She hadn't expected him to come so quickly. At that moment, she shifted slightly and looked at the pillow, her gaze focused on the flower he'd given her that was lying atop the silk.
    She wasn't certain whether to mention anything to him, especially after all he'd done for her. She didn't want to ruin the evening they'd had.
    Despite the way his shoulders broadened in the doorway, he'd looked like a man that was clearly no stranger to pumping iron--his solid abs bulged perfect little ripples in the ridges of his tank shirt. Prince charming could've carried his Princess to Camelot, if only she'd bothered to notice.
    His were no paltry muscles. With every breath he'd panted made the sentiment even more obvious. Danielle would have salivated if her gaze hadn't still lingered on the flower.
    Although she was a lightweight woman, the mattress bounced, rolling the rose off the pillow when she'd shifted slightly to look over her shoulder at him. "Everything's