Chapter 33 Something tells me you and I are going to be friends

• Amberleigh slept like a dream, or more aptly like a princess in her silky, cashmere sheets and eye mask. She had the curtains pulled tight as well to block out the fall California sun. She woke up feeling refreshed, hungry, and wet between her legs as she’d dreamed of having an orgy with Grayson and his chef. It seemed that Leo wasn’t only good in the kitchen and Grayson wasn’t so cold in the bedroom. She just hoped her dream about the sultry beast between the sheets proved prophetic in real life and Grayson lit her pussy on fire.
• No time better than the present to test out that claw foot tub with the spray handle, all up close and personal like. She glanced at her watch, three p.m., well it was midnight somewhere dammit! Amber turned on some music to set the mood for herself. The bathroom was the shit, the walls were done up in that old subway tile, white with black accents. The shower was a glass, square box with all the brass plumbing exposed, the sink was the type built directly into the wall, supported on silver legs. The claw foot tub was set off into its own alcove, and the toilet had a flush you pulled down from the tank which sat absurdly high up the wall. It was attached to the toilet by a long, brass pipe.
• Amber took some scented candles from her suitcase and placed them on the decorative ledge behind the tub. Soon the room was filled with the scent of vanilla. She had been accused of being a basic bitch on more than one occasion and nothing was more basic than vanilla. Except for maybe pumpkin spice. When the tub was full enough for her liking, she shed her flimsy robe and sunk deep, into its warm, wet caress. She poured in some rose scented bubble bath as a final touch before slipping her fingers between her legs.