Quinn
It takes me only a few minutes to clean myself up with Grey and Mark’s fancy toiletries and by the time I am done, I am startled by the fact that neither of those body washes, aftershaves and perfumes stored in the bathroom carry the exotic scent of sandalwood and citrus which I caught on Mark last night.
Loud banging on the bathroom door startles me but I am in no hurry to put my sweaty worn down shirt back on. Also, I don’t mind Grey seeing the goods, not at all.
“Is your prisoner taking a bubble bath in there?” Someone’s voice reaches me and I am confused to find out I don’t know this voice.
Immediately all my senses go into high alert. I am not even thinking to put the shirt back on as I hurry to unlock the door and face a really pissed off Grey.
He pauses the moment he sees
