Natalie was worried about feeling groggy in the morning for work, so she went into the kitchen and brewed some hangover tea. Meanwhile, the sound of water running from the bathroom occasionally reached her ears, making her feel a bit flustered.
She thought to herself that she really needed to set some boundaries with Ethan. Outside, he was Mr. Sterling, but in her domain, he was nothing more than a casual fling.
He didn’t have any of the qualities she considered respectable—obedient, sensible, or even aware of when to stop.
She needed to assert her authority as the one in control here.
As she was thinking, the tea finished brewing, and she instinctively poured two cups.
The bathroom door opened, and Ethan, shirtless, was drying his hair with her pink towel, while wrapped in her bath
