Sunlight streamed in through the huge windows and roused Tara from her sleep. She grudgingly opened her eyes and stretched. Panic set in momentarily until the memory of the nights activities calmed her. “Wow!” she breathed quietly.

Looking around the large, clean living room she found it to be empty of people. Tara sat up on the couch and rubbed her eyes. To her right, an identical couch to the one she was sitting on, stretched out at a right angle, filling the wall to her left was a painting Tara immediately recognised, after all it was she who had painted it. In the centre of the sunken sitting area and directly in front of her, was a large glass coffee table, a bowl with floating scented candles in its middle and a handful of smaller tea lights around the edges. On the edge nearest her, Tara saw a piece of paper, folded in two with her name written over the front, the fine, elegant handwriting calling her.

She reached out and sighed, “The ole ‘***** and run’” she said sadly as she lifted the note, unfolding it carefully.

You looked so sexy and peaceful that I didn’t have the heart to wake you.

The note caused Tara to grin from ear to ear as she read;

There’s fresh coffee in the kitchen and plenty to eat, although I doubt any of it will taste as good as you!!!!

Tara moaned, feeling a familiar dampness growing once again between her thighs.

I’m so sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up, I had some crisis to deal with, I tried to get out of it but they couldn’t cope without me. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.

Help yourself to anything you want and I’ll see you soon.

Kisses, Willow.

Tara smiled and lifted herself off the couch, the smell of fresh coffee guided her towards the kitchen and she pushed the door open. “WOW!” she exclaimed as she took in the kitchen before her. “My apartment isn’t this big!” she said, in awe of the room. A large island in the middle of the room was capable of sitting at least 15 people around it although there were only four stools, pots and pans hung from the ceiling and a large bowl of fresh fruit sat on the shelf that ran the length of the island. As she walked deeper into the room, she noticed a brand new oven from which one could feed everyone in L.A in one sitting, a classic English country house sink and a huge fridge by the door.