Amy fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She had known just how tired she was after her first day attending to her egomaniac boss.
Her dreams were filled with images of his handsome face despite how much she had willed herself not to think about him when she was awake and conscious.
Now that her subconscious was holding the reins, she was utterly helpless against his charms.
***
On the other side of the city, Edward lay in bed in his grey silk night robe, eyes wide open. His room was stately. Befitting someone of his status.
The high ceiling was finished with beautiful artistic drawings in sky blue plaster of Paris. The curtains on his window were from floor to ceiling, heavy wine-colored drapes with threads of golden embroidery forming beautiful floral patterns all over the cloth.
