Chapter Ten
Come Play With Me, If You Dare!
I lay on a huge bed, covered with the finest, softest sheets and my head and shoulders propped up with large, plump pillows. The pale blue canopy of sheer fabric high above was sprinkled with tiny pink lights, complimenting the flushed glow of my naked body. The silver tray propped over my lap filled with dinner china sparkled from the reflected light as I finished the last morsel of a delicious meal. Beside the bed stood a wine bucket on a tripod, boasting a bottle of the finest French wine. The crystal flute in my left hand quivered with an inverted waterfall of a million tiny bubbles.
“Feeling better?” Monsieur Michael Beaufort said. He lay beside me on his side, his head on his hand, his arm propped up on his elbow.
I glanced at the tanne
