Chapter 38
Eleanor Salvatore was already there, drinking water from a champagne glass. “Sit, darlings, sit down…” On the table next to her was a plain brown folder, a double handful of pages contained within the cover. “Do try the Aztec Summer cocktail. It’s always been my favorite.”
With a snap of her fingers, Eleanor summoned their waiter. Pilar didn’t even have to roll her eyes—wait-staff were neverimpressed by the finger snapping business—the wry tip of her mouth was enough. The waiter was professional, though, not even faltering in his slightly chill smile.
“As long as we save room for dessert,” Pilar said.Feather Time by Elizabeth L. Brooks
Shanna waited, trying to compose her mind. Trying to suppress her own desires. This was what she had wanted, wasn’t it?
…Wasn’t it?
Too late, now, to back out. She was naked, tied, helpless before Jules’ desires. Had she really asked for this?