Chapter 79. We Did Not

Rose

“I am bored,” I sulk.

Mark has brought me to his room. His bedroom has a beautiful window seat that faces the garden. I sit with his arms wrapped around my shoulders. Although the window is open, and I can feel the night air against my skin, this doesn’t beat being physically outside.

He unwraps his arms from my shoulders and stands up.

“Okay. I have an idea. Why don’t we do something exciting?” Mark asks.

I frown up at him. All my men have been trying to entertain me in very creative ways, but I am getting cabin fever from being cooped up in the house all the time. Today was better, as I had walked out of my room and down the hall to Mark’s room. But I craved more.

“I am tired of sex games and old woman pantyhose,” I reply dejectedly.

He raises a perfectly arched brow. “No. That’s not what I have in mind. Just go to the door and make sure the hallway is empty. We are going on a secret escapade; I just need to grab some