A knock on the door woke Eliza up from a pleasant, erotic dream. She shook her head. All night, her mind had replayed the events of last night; watching the butler screw a woman's brains out, only to have Cameron appear and do the same to her.
The knock sounded again. "Come in." She sat up, wincing slightly at her tender backside, holding the covers to her chest. A woman entered, carrying a stack of clothing. It was the blonde from last night, the one Eliza had watched Jamie bang. She felt her cheeks flush.
"Good morning, miss. Master Cameron asked me to bring you these." The blonde set the stack on the edge of the bed before continuing, "and to give you this." She handed her an envelope. The creamy paper was thick and smooth, speaking volumes about the casual wealthy elegance of her hos
