Chapter 11- Hot for Dracula

Samara’s POV

Even though I have been told that I will be a slave in the mansion, the room that Mr. Jones dropped me off in is luxurious enough to have my jaw dropped open upon first glance. The room is bigger than the studio apartment I am able to afford close by my job, and far better furnished. The bathroom alone is bigger than my whole bedroom area, and the giant tub is enough to make a girl think that being a slave can’t be all that bad.

Mr. Jones instructed me to bathe quickly and someone would be up to collect me within the hour to meet Cassius for supper. Before I could ask a single question of him, he was already disappearing back down the hallway, with a determined stride in his step.

I had only shrugged my shoulders and made my way to the large en suite bathroom, just to completely ignore his words about being ready in an hour and decided on a nice long bath. After I allowed the shower to wash away the grime stuck to my skin of course, it would be counterproductive to bath