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 Maybe it was good that he left after all. She can finally dress or undress without having to look over her shoulders or hide in the bathroom to get things done.

Her body was still pouring out steam when she came out of the washroom but the moment the wind blew, welcoming her into London weather, she wished she had closed the windows.

She closed them and rolled the curtains over. She then dropped her towel and walked naked across the room to the dresser.

Hell, it feels good to walk about freely.

Destiny picked a thin silky singlet top and its matching shorts that barely covered her round ass.

She applied a face cream then brushed her blonde hair and held it in a bun.

Suddenly, the door opened, and thinking it was Wilhelm, she spoke.

"Where have your manners gone, Mr. Grey? You can't just barge in? What if I was naked?"

She waited for his usual sarcastic smug reply but none came.