I lost sense of time as I lather my body and allow the pulsating water to massage my body.
I am tension-free as I step out from the glass cubicle that encloses the shower. The towels are custom made with A. A stitched into one corner. I can't say I am surprised. I moan at the gentle feel of the material over my body.
God, why does everything here feel so good? A girl could get used to this sort of comfort. A girl could get used to being James's woman. But I am not his woman...yes
At that thought, I snap out of it.
"You're not James's woman," I scold myself quietly. "If anything, he just sees you as amusement."
What would a man like James want with a woman like me anyway? I do not fit in with all this luxury and I would do my best to remember that. I am nothing but the latest amusement for him.
