Penthouse- Tropical Spice -
It was hidden beneath a false bottom in the potting shed, bound in leather that smelled of patchouli and secrets. The pages were filled with Leo’s precise handwriting, but not about pruning schedules. It was a diary of sensations.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, releasing a wave of humid, fragrant air that was utterly at odds with the steel-and-glass skyscraper behind Mia. She stepped out into the private vestibule of the penthouse, her sensible flats silent on the cooled limestone floor. The key, warm from her pocket, turned in the lock. Penthouse- Tropical Spice
“Mia?” Leo’s voice was cheerful, echoing off the limestone. “I brought fresh soursop. I thought we could try a new infusion tonight.” It was hidden beneath a false bottom in