Oh God, would Thurman expect the same thing from her. She felt herself wishing she had drunk more of the Pernod to make things easier. She couldn't refuse him anything he asked now and a small ball of fear began growing in her stomach that she might not be able to bring herself to do it. He had said he was going to be hard to please and she wondered apprehensively what demands he would place on her.
They reached the empty bed and he guided her down gently onto the silken coverlet spread over it. She had never felt anything like the sensation the first touch of it across her back gave her. It was almost like felt and was warm from the first contact when she had expected it to be cold. She wriggled her back against it cat-like as she felt the bed sag from his weight as he lay down next to h
