David had kept the condo minimal for Sophia — just the low lamp in the bedroom, fresh sheets, and the balcony doors open a crack to let in the faint night air. No group. No spreadsheets on the table. Tonight was only about her.
Sophia arrived at 8:03 p.m. She stepped inside, closed the door behind her, and let the short black dress slide off her shoulders without a word. It pooled at her feet, leaving her in the red lace teddy she knew he liked — garters, stockings, no panties. Her freckles stood out against flushed skin, and her eyes held a mix of exhaustion from the day's mediation and raw need.
