Taking Care of Business 1

Jason tightened the last button of his crisp, white shirt, the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the room. The mirror reflected his sharp features, framed by damp strands of his dark hair. His lips curled into a faint smirk as he imagined the days ahead, filled with challenges and opportunities that only added fuel to his unrelenting ambition.

The sound of faint humming and the sizzle of something frying drew his attention. He descended the spiral staircase of his newly acquired villa, his polished shoes tapping softly against the marble. The sight awaiting him in the kitchen made him pause.

Mia, clad in nothing but his oversized shirt, was swaying her hips to a rhythm only she could hear. Her brown hair tumbled over her shoulders, and her bare legs gleamed under the soft afternoon light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. 

The smell of herbs and spices wafted through the air, mingling with the intoxicating warmth she exuded.