The Masters, their bodies cooling rapidly, stared at each other.

Taken completely by surprise.

“I said NO!” said Bianca more forcefully, looking from one uncomprehending face to the other in fury.

Her expression seemed to suggest that they were thoroughly dense.

Pouting angrily, she rose to walk into the dressing room adjoining the luxurious bathroom. She tugged on her maroon bathrobe forcefully as she entered, almost dry now, for she had been sitting in the heated pool room for quite a while now.

With an unladylike oath, Bainca sank down hard on the dressing stool, facing the mirror as she began to dry her long chesnut coloured hair. The Pet’s...