Chapter Eleven
Lesley sipped her drink, placed it once more on the low table and reaching out automatically touched her maid, much I realized, like an owner might reach out to fuss their pet dog. Clair responded by leaning slightly into the stroking hand, obviously exhilarated by the direct contact. Then with a click of Lesley’s fingers the girl crawled away to the far corner and knelt facing the wall. Unfortunately for me she did not restore her dress hem to the position in which I had left it, so her beautiful decorative buttocks were not in view. Perhaps, in hindsight, that was a good thing. Because Lesley had a proposition to put to me, and what a proposition it would turn out to be.
My life and interests had changed so much since my first contact with this woman and now it was to ch
