Jada Wilson
Checking the phone she had tucked in the waist of her tights, Jada rested it on the coffee table along with the empty glass of gin and tonic, then made her way down the hall in the direction Mr. Grey had gone.
She used her magic to find him by heightening her senses so she could follow his scent. If her estimate was correct, he should be in the shower right now, wherever his room was.
She followed the scent upstairs to what looked like the master suite. Jada turned the knob and found that it was not locked. She then pushed the door open, and with her already heightened senses, she heard the shower running.
She looked around the room. It was huge! Of course, she had thought. She knew those types of men. And this one, in particular, had expensive taste in decor.
If she was judging based on the downstairs area alone.
A custom-sized bed. Those beds were more extensive than the king-size.