That April Wednesday evening, exhaustion pinned me to the supple leather armchair in my penthouse overlooking the glittering city skyline. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls framed the urban sprawl, champagne flutes chilling…
The BART train spits me out onto the platform. Heart pounding, I spot Michel. Tall, sharp-suited, eyes devouring me. We collide in a crush of arms and lips. Taxi to…
The seaside villa perches on cliffs, floor-to-ceiling glass framing the endless Mediterranean. Cool marble floors underfoot, leather sofas scented with aged oak. Daphné's voice echoes softly: 'Be kind to her,…
From my penthouse suite high above the old town's red-tiled roofs, I sip aged Scotch, the ice clinking like distant memories. Sun warms my skin through floor-to-ceiling glass. Below, narrow…