Chapter Fourteen
How could Miles take Martine and not take her! Tessa fumed.
The event of the season, the one whispered, gossiped and rumored about for weeks before and after the main event. Tessa’s sources, however, never really knew when the party took place, or where, or who was actually there and not just making up stories. Still, that didn’t matter, fantasies about decadent parties were Tessa’s specialty, even though she’d never donned leather, or worn chains, or had a studded collar around her neck. She regularly got off on the idea, imaging a perfect night of submissive bliss with Miles and his friends. As time passed, however, the graphic scenes in her imagination were not enough. She had to experience it for herself.
Was she imagining it right? Did she really understand what
