Swollen. Margaux bit her lips as soon as her butt touched the chair. Then, dragging a discreet breath, she crossed her legs under the table to comfort the sting between her thighs. She then grabbed her coffee mug and took a sip.
'God, I'm so sore. Were we that wild last night?' she asked herself while swallowing her drink. Then, desperate to move her attention away from the heat in her thongs, she scanned the dining room, finally settling her gaze on the empty chair across hers. "Didn't you call Rome for breakfast?"
"M-madam?" The maid who was busy at the counter turned to her, seemingly unsure of what she said.
"I'm asking about Rome. Where's your señor Rome?" she pointed to the chair again.
"Umh... m-madam..."
"You didn't call him." Irritation quickly flooded Margaux upon real
