Whimsy thought they would leave and go to the same bathing area that she had used in the past. However, they led her to the pool Gaedrian used. Gaedrian watched as she was lowered into the water, his eyes hot with desire. She was so focused on him that she didn’t protest as they assisted her with her bath. They bathed her with brisk movements. Whimsy thought nothing of it until she heard one of the women moan. She turned her head to catch the all of the women staring at Gaedrian with varying expressions of rapture. Whimsy shot him a glare, but he didn’t even seem to notice the women’s reactions to him. He only had eyes for her. At the moment his attention was targeted on her nipples. Pure devilry made her run her hands up her ribcage in a pretense of bathing herself, ending by cupping her breasts as though she were offering them to him. Gaedrian wet his lips and groaned. But he didn’t stop there. He stood and left his position on the bench in front of the windows. At the edge of the pool, he spared a glance for the servants.
