The following morning was bright and clear as a blood-red sun rose over the skyline of Manhattan. Wrapped in the luxurious cashmere sheets on Greer's king-sized four-poster bed, Lily woke and stretched contentedly. Greer stirred beside her, his black pillowcase accentuating his pale, chiseled features.
Lily snuggled against his chest and nuzzled his neck. Greer, still sleepy, opened his eyes and gave her a mischievous grin. "Awake already?" he teased her. "I thought you'd be worn out after last night."
"Nice try," Lily said, running one hand over his smooth chest, exploring the peaks and valleys of his six-pack. "I've never felt more energized."