Chapter Eleven
It was so quiet in the morning that Tessa could hear the birds singing outside Miles’ loft. She hadn’t expected their song ringing in her ears, not in the middle of the city.
Rising, she found herself alone. Calling for Miles, he didn’t respond. He must have left in the night. She remembered being exhausted after the ordeal with Martine. She remembered being freed from the bonds, and carried in Miles’ arms from the settee to the bed. She remembered drifting off to dreams on the gentleness of his touch, and his soft words spoken in her ear. Apparently, she had given him everything he wanted, because he asked no more of her, not the use of her mouth, her ass or her cunt. Even Hector didn’t have her—poor Hector, he likely had to satisfy himself with Martine, or nothing at al
