TWENTY
If he'd known she was about to undress, he would have turned his back on her. That would have been the honourable thing to do. But his breath had caught in his throat as the gown came off, and then her shift...
Yes, he'd seen n***d women before. But none of them had such perfect breasts. And n*****s as pink as...well, the dress she now wore to hide them. As if anything could hide the swell of her breasts now he'd seen them – they were permanently burned into his brain. He would dream of them for the rest of his days, Grieve was certain of it.
Still he waited for her to slap him like Bedelia had, but she did not.
Then she stood before him, only a breath away, her eyes level with his. Gazing at him expectantly.
"What did you say?" he asked, feeling even more stupid.
She gave
