Brooke sighed as she collapsed onto her bed, her face buried into her pillow, one foot lazily hanging from the edge of the bed. Wet droplets from her hair dampened the bed, a deep groan escaped her lips when she realized she had forgotten to blow dry right after her late night shower.
Just as she raised her head, her phone went off, Brooke swiftly picked it up, a large grin painted her lips when she realized it was Thane on the other end requesting a video call.
In a rush she pushed her hair back and straightened her pajamas, she breathed into her palms, taking a quick sniff of her breath, only to realize that it was a phone call.
With flushing cheeks she answered the call, pulling the sheets up to her shoulders. "Mr Grayson-" Brooke cut herself off when her eyes landed on Thane's exposed cleavage from his loose fitting night shirt.
