Whispers in the Night

The full moon cast its silver glow upon the lush garden, illuminating the silhouette of a woman with thick, black hair. She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window, her back facing the room, unaware of the eyes that admired her beauty. The woman, an Indian babe, wore nothing but her own confidence, her silhouette provocative enough to tantalize the man hiding in the shadows. He had been watching her for what seemed like hours. Under the guise of a quiet observer, he studied her every