Chapter Twenty Four
Siobhan
“Oh, my Lord!” he had cried into the duvet; wishing for nothing less at that moment than the arrival of a lightning bolt to crisp both himself and his humiliation to ashes.
How long had she been there, he wondered?
Had she heard him cry out her name?
Three… no, four… or was it five, times?
His head sunk back on the pillow and he closed his eyes with despair.
To have sunk so low, he thought; the knowledge that not seven months prior to this latest humiliation he had been the husband of an admirable wife –as well as the lover of a host of sexy women- doing nothing to lessen his shame.
Women, in the presence of whom, his Indian housekeeper would have trouble finding, let alone holding, the proverbial candle.
Now though, he would have to face her after she
