The Dreaded Dispatch

Just a warm-up? Marcella repeated, stumped. Won't my whole plan be pointless then?!

Still, she didn't call a stop.

She left her eight mates continuing their push-ups in the gym while she returned to the master bedroom for a shower.

By the time she came back downstairs, the full two hours had passed.

She beckoned to Dante. "Dant, come dry my hair first."

Dante wiped the sweat from his body with a t