Nefretiri
"You think someone will send a search party for us?" I stretched, bending my knees on the plush bathroom mat.
"I hope not," With a smirk, Ivan ran his fingers along my breast, enjoying how I shivered. "They might think we got into a fight."
He had a point. If anyone looked at the scene around us, they would easily assume we'd got into an argument and we'd fought. Cleaning everything up would take a while, but it was worth it. The effects of Ivan's magic on my body still hummed, and I sighed in contentment. He had some natural talent when he put his mind to it, but he needed someone training him.
