Whispers of the Wild

He decided he wanted to know everything he could about this lovely woman. He started going through all the rooms and, when possible, some of the drawers.

He did open the nightstand drawer, even though she had asked him not to, but that smell—so intoxicating—drew him like a magnet. He slowly pulled it open and, looking inside, couldn't help but laugh.

No wonder she was embarrassed. The women he had known in the past would have never openly admitted to having something like that—well, most of them anyway.

He gently nosed the drawer closed so as not to disturb the contents. After a couple of hours of nosing around the house, he figured out she was just a single woman who was very ordinary. Nothing dangerous or illicit in the house.