“That’s enough, Mr. Nichols,” she interrupted him. “I don’t need all those complicated settings.”
“Alright, then. You go ahead and wash up. Call me if you need anything.”
Julissa nodded silently. If something went wrong halfway through her bath, could she actually call him in?
Some rather colorful images flashed through her mind—doing this and that in the bathroom…
She quickly shook her head, feeling like she was beyond saving.
Scott didn’t say anything more and turned to leave the bathroom.
Suddenly, a thought struck Julissa, and she quickly called after him. “Mr. Nichols, my luggage is still downstairs!”
“I’ll go get it now. You just take your bath.”
“The main thing is… my change of clothes is in my suitcase…”
Scott paused for a moment. “I’ll bring it up for you.”
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