Chapter 53 Oh shit!

• Amberleigh hadn’t done much, but she’d worked up quite the appetite after her tumble through the Egyptian cotton sheets with Grayson. She had a bounce in her step as she made her way to the kitchen to refuel. She could still feel the billionaire’s warm juices inside her, leaking out into her cotton panties. Of course, her own juices were now in that mix, though they’d been late to the party. Even after freshening up her downstairs, it hadn’t been enough to ebb the tide of come spewing from both of their eruptions. Thank God she wasn’t ovulating yet or that would be like twins or something.
• She made herself a nice heaping bowl of ice cream, despite already having some from McConnell’s earlier. The butler had never complained about such an undignified task and she’d dumped the feminine hygiene products beneath her sink. She had actually broke out the Summer’s Eve wash for her shower earlier, but as promised, she hadn’t shaved not one square inch of her body. And she had no immediate plans to do so either. It was a mercy she was even showering at all, because that hadn’t been written into the terms of the contract either. For a man who thought the devil was in the details, he’d overlooked the important topic of personal hygiene and grooming, his mistake indeed.
• Tonight, she kept it simple, vanilla bean, although there was quite the extensive collection of cold culinary delights to be found in the freezer. She had little doubts who kept that fridge so deliciously stocked, as Grayson didn’t even fucking eat it seemed, at least when Leo wasn’t around. It seemed he was more of a machine than a man at times, from his lack of emotions, to his seemingly lack of basic human needs like eating and sleeping.