Chapter Sixteen
The morning pumped fresh life through Liza’s weary veins. Sexy thoughts commingled with devious ones, combined with sassy ones, and inspired naughty schemes. Her head was full of adventure to ward off her misery, and she announced to Jack—as he was grabbing a pop tart in the kitchen to her disapproving glare, saying, “I thought we didn’t keep those things in this kitchen,” to which Jack shrugged, and she went on with her announcement—”great news in the works though… I’m having a soiree this weekend.”
“Soiree?” he raised his eyebrows drolly. “What the hell’s that?”
“A s*x party,” a bold Lena quipped as she walked by with a load of Liza’s laundry in her arms, “an orgy, a debauchery, a wild free-for-all.” The maid’s eyes went wild.
Jack stared at the Mistress of Sparrowhaw
