The Morning After

Aria woke to the gentle rustle of thousand-thread-count Egyptian cotton and the rich, masculine scent of sandalwood. For a disoriented moment, she stared up at the soaring ceiling. Golden morning light streamed through enormous floor-to-ceiling glass walls, illuminating a sprawling minimalist master suite larger than her entire apartment. A massive abstract canvas in black and crimson hung on the far wall, and forty stories below, Central Park stretched like an…