She stood at the front of his chambers, staring at the door, then hesitantly knocked.

“Come in,” came the curt reply. His deep voice reverberated through her.

She opened the door and walked in. The light illuminated the room. The chambers were bathed in gold. It was the most beautiful sight she had seen, but the situation wasn't exactly favoring Danika's sense of exploration and appreciation. She could only stare at the big man who occupied one side of the room. At thirty-five years old, she has