Guests

Arthur and Clara stepped out of the bathroom, their bodies refreshed after a steamy bath.

Arthur stretched, running a towel over his damp hair—when something caught his eye.

A wet puddle near the door.

His sharp senses immediately caught the faint scent of womanhood.

His brows furrowed.

'This smell…'

His gaze shifted toward the slightly ajar door. Someone had been here.

Watching them.

The realization made him smirk.

'How naughty… Who could it have been?'

But with no immediate clues, he let the thought slide.

After dressing up, he left, while Clara hurried back to her duties.

****

Back in the hall, Amelia tried to calm her nerves as she sat with Iliyana and Elona.

But she was still trembling.

Her face was flushed, her breaths ragged.

The sinful memory of Arthur's thick, throbbing shaft refused to leave her mind.