"What are you? Some kind of fiend or something? You're crazy as hell if you think you're going to drag me all over the floor again! Shove off, buster!...Mark showed up at the door to his bedroom, his hair all tousled and his eyes mattering. "Who ya talkin' to, sis? Somebody been dragging you someplace." Oh, for heaven's sake! Go wash your face with cold water! You're not even awake yet, Marky!" Nmmph!... Guess not. Woulda swore I heard you talking to somebody, though."I had to giggle, he looked. The water stays clear, and for an instant I think maybe the button is broken. Then I smell it. The water has turned fragrant, a combination of musk and cinnamon. I breathe in deeply as the water caresses my shoulders and back. I can’t get enough and open my mouth to let the scent touch my tongue. I even lean back to taste the water, but find it’s tasteless.As I savor the mesmerizing smell, I notice a warmth low in my belly. It only slightly distracts me from my gluttonous sniffing. I turn in. There's a soft knock on the door. "Yeah?" Ethan sighs. His secretary of close to 5 years pops her pretty little head in. "Sir, Lady Veronica is here to speak to you." What was that I was just saying about surprises? "Send her in." Ethan leans on his desk and waits for his visitor. Veronica steps into his office, the illumination from his ceiling lights shines off her exquisite diamond choker. Ethan looks at his watch. "You’re a day early." "Yes, well, I like to make sure that. I showed that I had been on the account for a long time, and had a lot of good feedback, too. And, also, how simple it was to do. I set the camera pointing at your bed, as the location for (what was anticipated to be) a fun afternoon! I could see your dark nipples pointing through your sheer robe. You looked calm, but also with a big grin on your gorgeous face, framed by your sleek, wavy black hair. I felt overdressed, so I made my excuses and started to undress. Your hubby asked if he was.