“I"m fine,” I lied, slumping onto the bed in disgust.
Apparently, the tone of my voice confirmed that something was wrong and I heard him call Marianne. In seconds, she was at the door and knocking and I offered her a glum look when she came into the room. “Sorry.”
Marianne quickly unhooked the bra, then picked up the negligee and slipped it over my head. She smiled cheekily as she collected the discarded clothing, slinging them over her arm. “You should have let Lucas help,” she whispered. “I"m sure he would have enjoyed the opportunity.”
Flushing with embarrassment, I watched her open the door and slip out, her laughter tinkling down the hallway. It didn"t help to notice Lucas"s little grin when he stepped into the room – confirming he"d heard Marianne"s whispered aside – and when he
