As soon as we arrived at Bravyn's house, I headed straight to the bedroom and realized I desperately needed a bath. I then left Bravyn to make dinner arrangements with his employees. I quickly undressed and fumbled through the cabinets, discovering a pink nightgown that instantly gave my cheeks a vibrant flush. What is the choice of colors, or is it meant to be mine? I can't imagine Bravyn wearing a pink gown.
I flooded the bathtub with water, and as I wanted to deepen myself in, I spotted a bottle of wine between the bathroom window drapes. I froze and stared at it. Should I get a glass? Can I mix it up with my tequila? I might get more drunk, so I decided against it.
Then Bravyn came in and went straight to the bottle, uncorked it, and poured himself a glass. "Damn it, I can't believe
