The scent of sizzling bacon drifted through the hallway, a salty, heavy aroma that pulled Lara from the depths of a dreamless sleep. She stirred, the morning light filtering through the blinds in thin, golden slats. Sliding out of bed, she reached for her short, silky robe, the fabric a cool, shimmering slip of midnight blue that barely grazed the tops of her thighs. She didn't bother with panties; she liked the feeling of the air against her skin, the slight breeze that teased her sensitive folds.