Esmeralda

Somehow those words sounded peculiarly intimate and very sexual. What does it matter if she was alone? What would Andrea do outside this room as they were alone? What was Bree insinuating? 

Or was it Andrea that was thinking too much over mere said words?

Andrea stood in a position. She no longer moved an inch and only stared dumbfoundedly at the door just. Her eyes were wild and drops of cold sweat slipped down her back.

Andrea's head was going all round in circles and her heart was beating fast. For someone who had spent days sleeping on the same bed with Bree, bathing together, fucking every minute. Bree still made her weak in the knees, made her temperature rise, made her heart beat like it was her first kiss. Bree had an effect, a hold on her that could not be found anywhere.

And she really did not want to search anywhere else. She concluded that Bree was her end game. Bree was the woman who would come to her rescue in less than a second.