She seemed to assess his condition and pointed to a set white folding doors to his left. "The bedroom is quite generous and has a very comfortable bed. Go ahead and relax if you wish."
"Only if you join me."
"Ah, I love a man who likes his dessert in bed." She reached for his hand and gave it a playful squeeze. "Go on ahead, and I'll be there shortly."
"Promise?" he asked, wondering for one dizzy moment if she would leave him now, stuffed, sated, and very vulnerable.
"Promise," she returned with a reassuring smile. "The bed awaits."
After rising, a bit unsteadily, to his feet, Ross headed in that direction. The minute he opened the doors, he felt confident that she had transported him to some fairy tale within an Arabian palace. The bed seemed enormous, dressed in purple satin
