"No!" I shook my head at the fourth gown Lucien held up for my perusal. We'd just come back from the bathing pool which I learned was for his personal use, which only made things go from zero to sixty in seconds, I do love making love in warm, swirling water.
Now I'm lying across the bed all but boneless from the workout Lucien gave my poor passion flower; and just an hour before his parents are due here. I finally nodded when he chose a dark green silken robe over a gossamer gown of the palest cloud colored silk.
He moved to the door to call the servants to help me get dressed and I stopped him. "No, you do it."
"But I have to get ready myself." What a whiner.
"So?" I stretched and showed him some leg and heard no more argument out of him. I still owe him for tricking me earlier.
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