The en-suite was different from when she had first encountered it. Nothing about the room itself had changed. She wasn’t the same person she was when she been first acquainted with this space. The garden tub invited her in. After the last two days, she could certainly use it. Will wasn’t due for a while yet, so she figured she should take her time. The overwhelming number of knobs and dials weren’t going to intimidate her this time.
She poured copious amounts of bath oils and bath salts to the tub, and opened the faucets.
“Ha,” she chuckled to herself. “That wasn’t so hard.” Her body melted once she climbed in to her fragrant, heated sanctuary.
Every time she thought she had overcome her problems, life threw more at her. First she needed $50,000 because her step mother had sold her.
