"Allow me to hold you for a moment," Bradley extended his arms and embraced her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, finding comfort in her presence.
Only when she was near did he feel at peace.
The subtle, refreshing scent of mint from the man lingered in the air.
Freya yielded to his embrace, as submissive as a little kitten.
Harry's voice rang out from outside, "Sir, the contract is prepared. Should we proceed with signing it now?"
"Later. First, bring two sets of clothes."
Bradley's deep voice sounded, as he leaned closer to her ear, speaking suggestively, "Go rest in the room upstairs for a while. It's secluded and no one will disturb us. You can do whatever you please there."
"Bradley, you..."
Freya blushed, feeling embarrassed by his mention of their earlier conversation
