CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The morning started out strange… Stranger than usual.
Snoring from the other side of the bed was typical. As were her breasts being squashed into Dax’s back, her arm stretched around him. What was unusual? The woman standing at the foot of the bed.
Blinking a few times, she checked to ensure the view wasn’t part of a dream. Nope, Rita really was there, in nothing but a leopard print bikini, leaning over, massaging Dax’s calf.
Awkward. It sort of felt like she was in the way, intruding. She shifted her own legs away from Dax’s, attracting Rita’s attention.
The new roommate smiled; Ivy semi-reciprocated.
“Good morning,” Rita said, massaging up to the back of his knee.
Dax moaned, but that was it, he just kept on sleeping.
“You… did Bruno send you up here?”
Rita sh
