“Silla," I called out to her through the closed bathroom door before stepping into the shower.
“Yes?" Her voice sounded strained.
“I expect to find you in that room when I finish my shower. We need to talk." There, that should be punishment enough while she thinks about what I'm going to say or do to her once I get out of here.
Knowing her, she'd get herself into a state by then. She probably thought I'd forgotten about her going into the office, and I had for a while there after her little early morning stunt, which had cleared my mind of everything else for a while. I still can't get over what I felt when I realized what she was doing while she thought I was asleep.
I've kept anything too s****l out of the equation so far, not wanting to pressure her in any way, and honestly, for me,
