Ila moaned, gripping the edge of the bathtub above her head, surrendering to the sensation her mind conjured. Her only intention had been to soak for a few minutes before returning to her room to wait for Sam and Al', but Grace had other plans.
Grace had insisted on sending Black and Brown up herself, and they had gotten into a fight about her displeasure in all the secrets and it had ended just as quickly as it had begun. Grace, ever the fixer, had then drawn Ila's bath, lit a blunt, and fished out Ila's favorite wine from the hidden cabinet where she kept her finest bottles and glasses.
But soon, Ila had ended up alone with her mastiffs lying next to her bath. Two minutes into their cozy moment, she had been burning through her second blunt and sipping her third glass when exhaustion l
