Soon, there’s a knock at the door. “Off you go, my dear,” the woman says, giving me a little push in the right direction. I nod my thanks to her – I didn’t even get her name - as a guard comes to take me downstairs. When we reaching the landing a floor below, he quietly opens the double doors of a

His thoughts turn, then, to those moments in the club, when he had been fooling Dean into thinking Fay was his plaything. Fooling himself, really. He had been hard as a rock, looking down at her supple form, that soft curve of her breast after he snapped the strap of her dress – Kent blinks, bringi

“Daniel,” I say, my heart going out to him. “Why is it such a big deal? It’s the twenty-first century – it’s so backwards to think that way about sexual orientation –““You don’t understand,” he says, shaking his head and looking down at the floor. “It’s a different world here, Fay – that’s why I sp

A blush spreads across my cheek and nose. Why is he looking at me like that?“So you like it,” Kent says, his voice low, possessive. “I do,” I say, hesitating. “Is there something extra…”“Amaretto,” he says. “Adds notes of apricot and bitter almonds.”“It’s delicious,” I say, holding his gaze whil

She shrugs, beckoning me over to her. “Personal shoppers, mostly. Kent likes to look good, but he doesn’t like to go to stores.” I join her at a velvet settee in front of a trifold mirror. “The rest,” she says, “are…gifts. Donations.”I cock my head at her, confused.She gives me a wink. “You know.