~At the Home of Mr. Sark~ The light filtered through the blinds as the morning sun rose over the Hollywood Hills. As Sark awoke, he felt around the crisp, cool sheets and realized that she wasn’t there. As he listened, strains of Wagner rose from the piano by the balcony. There she was, playing a beautiful piece of music. To him, she was a perfect creature in every way. Intelligent, cunning, witty, and gorgeous. Her long dark hair fell across her face as her perfectly manicured fingers swept over the black and white keys. “Good Morning, Sunshine. It took you long enough to wake up.” Her slightly accented English had an almost melodic tune to it. “I’m sorry I got home so late from France,” Sark replied with his crisp British accent that she found so sexy, “but you certainly did nothing to help me get to sleep.” “I couldn’t help it. I missed you. I’m just making sure that you aren’t playing around with my sister on these trips,” she replied with feigned hurt. “Do you honestly believe that I would pursue her when I have you?” He sat down on the piano bench with her and lightly massaged her back. “No, but a girl certainly has to make sure her man keeps coming home to her!” “Darling, why would I pursue the aging model when I have the newest version right here? Elena and Sark’s bodies melted into one in a passionate kiss, knowing that there was nothing for the other to worry about. More to Come! Lemme know what you think...thanks!!