Having returned to the mansion that belonged solely to the more decent men of the Arcangeli family, Gabriella was swept with relief to find a hint of familiarity among the chaos of the last few weeks. The Dior perfume remained displayed on her vanity where she had left it and the Jimmy Choo heels she had worn last were resting between the closet and the main portion of her bedroom. But as she fingered the silks and satins of the lingerie portion of her closet, Gabriella was given a sense of confidence in continuing forward with her intentions. She was tired of acting as a scratching post to Maximus's torment and she would now deliver him a taste of his own medicine; arousing him and leaving him unsatisfied.
But in order to do this, she was well aware that she could not arrive with unkemp
