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Chapter Two – The Master Bedroom
As my Master unloads suitcases, I race around the house, exploring. Everything is beautiful. Everything is… Perfect… Upstairs, a suitcase in either hand, he nods me to a door. “I assume you’ll want to sleep in the Master bedroom.” Something in his tone makes me double-take to his expression. Mischief lurks behind a bland expression. Following his gaze, I open the door for him and step inside. It’s a gorgeous room, not that I expect anything less now. Thick carpets. Walls in eggshell cream. Matching wardrobes, dressing table and drawers, all in beautiful french-polished timber. A basket chair hangs from the ceiling, overlooking the panorama outside. I pause in mid-step, eyeing the ceiling hook speculatively before being drawn back to the main feature… A four-poster bed… And it"s huge.
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