Ruthless King

Scott:What is going on? Are you in trouble? Dan said there are strange men at your house. I’ll be home tonight and I’m coming over.

Oh,dear Lord.

She sent a quick text back to them.

Jilly:Nothing is going on. Just some friends come to stay. They’ll be gone soon.

Next,she looked at the one from Sasha.

Sasha:You feeling okay? Coming in tonight?

Okay,at least Sasha wasn’t asking her about the strange men.

Who else was here except for Regent? Well, she guessed Jose might be lurking around. But was that really enough for an orgy?

Hmm. Maybe it was.

Jilly:Still unwell. I’ve messaged Santé. Thanks for your help last night.

Sasha:Just don’t take too much time off, you know how Santé is.

Nice to seethat Sasha was worried about her health. But she knew what the other woman meant. Santé could easily replace her and she still needed to work for a few more months to get her head above water.

She checkedthe one from Mrs. Yards last.

Mrs. Yards:My incantation worked. Every night, I’ve been putting it out into the universe that you need a good, hunky man. Of course, it might have worked too well, as you seem to have a lot, dear. Remember, bathing with Epsom salts will soothe things down there and lube is your friend. I dropped a gift off to one of your young gentlemen friends. The one that’s always driving that Bentley. Have fun.

Oh.Fuck.

Regent was aboutto text Lottie and ask her what she liked when she was ill when the bathroom door swung open, and Jilly raced into the room.

Wearing nothing but a towel.

Well, two towels, but the one she’d had wrapped around her head slipped off as she rushed through the bedroom.

“Whoa, where do you think you’re going?” He managed to slide between her and the bedroom door just before she ran out.

“I need to go find Jose. Get out of the way.”

“One, you’re not well enough to be running around. Two, what do you need with Jose that I can’t help with? And three, you are not going anywhere dressed like that!”

“Dressed like . . .” She squealed and raced back into the bathroom, slamming the door.

“Stop running!” he ordered.

“Why didn’t you tell me I wasn’t dressed?” she wailed.

“Strangely enough, I thought you would have realized that.”

The door opened again and she glared up at him. She was wearing a pair of oversized pajamas. He instantly hated them. They were an ugly brown color and swamped her petite figure.

Were they men’s pajamas?

“Take them off,” he ordered.

“What?” She gaped up at him. Her hair was messy and wet.

“Your pajamas. I’ll find you some other pajamas to get changed into.”