"Miss, are you ready for your bath?" Mrs. Benson called, standing in the open doorway of the Luna Suite. Taylor whirled around, wrapped in a towel."Oh, um, Mrs. Benson, what are you doing here?" Taylor asked, fiddling with the terry cloth."To get you ready for the night, Miss." Mrs. Benson made to step in but Taylor raised a hand. The older woman frowned, puzzled."I appreciate it, Mrs. Benson but I'm sure I can take care of it myself." Taylor said confidently.Mrs. Benson faltered. "I have express orders from the Alpha himself." She tried again.Taylor wasn't having it. "I don't want to trouble you." She argued. The poor woman had other things to do than take care of her."I don't mind. It is my duty, after all." Mrs. Benson reiterated."I insist, Mrs. Benson." Taylor said. Her firm tone must have gotten to Mrs. Benson because she nodded in resignation."Alright, Miss, if that's what you want. I'll leave you to it, then." She bowed before striding out."Thank you!" Taylor happily
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