Her senses were awakened again from their idle lethargy, and hearing Celia’s plans for their night made her crotch warm and her mind fill with graphic thoughts of lying in bed with the sensuous redhead. Even if Celia didn’t speak of it directly, there was little doubt about what she had in mind. And Jeni – she was ready for whatever unfolded.
When they returned to Arles that evening, Celia went in search of a bottle of wine while Jeni found a platter of cheese, bread and fruit at one of the cafés that they could take up to Celia’s room for dinner.
The first bottle of wine went down fast. The second bottle, and the food, remained on the table while they shared the first kiss. Jeni’s head was swimming and her inhibitions were falling away, so that when Celia reached for a breast and laid
