Gabrielle found herself back in his chamber, no, not his anymore. It felt like hers. Her presence dominated the space, deliberate and unapologetic.
She made changes to irk him. Small things at first. She replaced the bed linens with soft pink sheets, draped the room in subtle feminine touches, each one a quiet provocation. He never objected. Not once. Instead, he would only laugh, slow and knowing, and say, "Try something better next time, kitten."
So she did.
The next morning, she placed her undies deliberately among his neatly arranged clothes, an open challenge. She expected anger. Possessiveness. Something harsh.
Instead, she watched him calmly pick up the delicate fabric, slip it into his pocket, and leave for work as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
And that terri
