Thirty Three

THE ADRENALINE

Until an idea rushed into his head and in which he never would have spluttered out in his right mind. "Come strip for me tomorrow morning. Right here in my room."

His eyes held seriousness as he muttered, while his eye contact with her never eased. She fiddled with her palms, the dishes in her hand making creaks that caused her to glance down at it.

Tightening her hand down on it, a bile rose in her throat as she bobbed her head, giving him an affirmative nod.

Even though he doesn't seem to care about whether she's agreeing of he curtly dismissed her, turning his back on her.

It felt as though she was hearing things with her eyes as she went out of his room. Closing the door, she backed the wall and let out a sigh, palming her face. She's really going to do that?

Rubbing her face, she went over to the kitchen with the dishes. Placing it inside the sink, she points it out for the maid by the sink before grabbing a bottle of water and going out of the kitchen.

"Hell Madon