Relief flashed across her face, softening into a tiny, shy smile.
She turned, her damp hair swaying, and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar—an unspoken invitation, a dare.
Lor rose, stripping off his shirt and trousers in careless heaps, the fabric pooling on the floor as he followed her, naked and already hardening at the thought of what awaited.
He stepped into the bathroom, pausing at the threshold to take it in.
It was a far cry from the modest, bottom tier shy Nellie he'd first met.
White marble tiles gleamed under warm lamplight, golden fixtures catching the glow like molten sunlight.
A wide mirror stretched across one wall, flanked by crystal sconces that cast a soft, intimate light.
At the room's heart was a large sunken bathtub, its rim adorned with scented candles flickering gently, bowls of rose petals adding a delicate sweetness to the air.
