Lake Isabella house. Autumn dusk. Waves lap the shore. I park hidden, sneak inside. Door ajar. Voices murmur from our bedroom. Heart pounds. Shoes off. Silent steps. Bathroom door. Peek through curtained glass. Shock hits…
The hotel suite door clicks shut. Dim light. Jeanne’s eyes widen at the curtained wall. I yank it back. One-way mirror. Empty room beyond. ‘Your fantasy,’ I whisper. ‘Woman spying on lovers.’ She smirks, but…
In my narrow attic bedroom, sheets clinging to my sweat-damp skin, doubts swirl. Did I hurt Madame? Obeyed her massage, tongue deep in her heat. Heart pounds. No man warned against—just avoid them. My belly…