Chapter Twenty-Eight
Fillmore Street Artisans
Lu’s luncheon was set up out in the garden. Jacques, from Pomegranate, was waiting. Summoned to bring over fresh croissants, he had been invited to stay. He sat chatting with Tom, the project architect. Chef Jan was seeking both their opinions on setting up the kitchen in Sil’s new quarters.
Sil stepped out the French doors to the garden with his arm linked with Lu’s. Now freshly showered, she wore a custom-made sundress. In a fun, swirly pink and purple paisley it featured her signature full skirt and skin tight bodice. The top cut exceedingly high, her breasts spilled up over in a cunning pout. Wee sparkly amethyst rings were clipped on her n*****s. Repurposed from Lord Sil’s treasure trove of family gems. His surprise gift in bed the prev
