Chapter Eight
The following Wednesday, Madeleine arrived at two o’clock as scheduled finding Daniel preoccupied with business. In fact, his phone was tucked between his shoulder and his ear as he opened the door and motioned her inside, barely noting she was there. While Madeleine waited, he talked on for another few minutes until the conversation finally ended.
“I’m swamped,” he announced.
She hesitated and finally asked: “So, you want me to leave?”
“No.” His preoccupation with work stopped long enough to let his eyes light on her. Studying her carefully, he took in every aspect of her lovely body, then finally said: “I want you to dance for me, a striptease. You did say that you performed them for yourself in your sleazy dives, I want to see what that looks like.” Not waiting for her
