was a reflection of his, with one sink removed to make way for a makeup bench and a vanity of drawers already filled with unopened cosmetics.
“You live like this,” she murmured, closing the drawer.
“So do you. Now.”
Temporarily, she reminded herself, but it was still like trying to grasp the expanse of the universe. Too much to comprehend.
A white robe that matched the black ones she’d already worn hung on a hook. She flipped the lapel enough to see the monogram, expecting a T and finding an M. She sputtered out another laugh. He was so predictably possessive!
“Can you be ready in twenty minutes?”
“Of course,” she said faintly. “Unless I get lost in the forest on the way back to my room.”
My room. Freudian slip. She dropped her gaze to the mosaic in the floor, then walked through her water closet to her room.
It was only as she stood debating a pleated skirt versus a sleeveless floral print dress that the significance of that shared bathroom struck her: he could walk in on her naked. Anytime.
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