You are absolutely intoxicating. You lay out a blanket on the deck for us to sit and eat. The evening shadows of the waning sun dance across the inlet... The last departing rays of the huge ball of fire are dancing through you hair, sparkling like pure honey, the waves of light seeming to be searching for one last touch before retreating behind the horizon. Your beautiful skin looks too flawless to touch. As if it is there yet not. Like trying to touch a cloud. Your suit accentuates your elegant. She looked up at me and smiled, telling me how much she loved me. I leaned down, kissed her forehead and told her I was heading downstairs to start dinner, for her to yell for me when she was ready to get out of her bath. As I was cooking dinner, chicken fettuccine Alfredo with broccoli, I heard Jennifer yell down from upstairs. I had another surprise for her, I got her a hot towel out of the dryer and went upstairs. As she stood up I wrapped her towel around her as she let out this huge sigh. I am very, how shall I put this – demanding of my staff. Especially so of my personal assistant’The job title had whole new connotations now, that was blatantly clear even if he hadn’t used the words. He wanted a personal slut, a slave, a fuck toy – however you wanted to put it. So why was I ignoring the voice in my head telling me to get the hell out of here and listening to the one that wanted to know more. Suddenly I felt him behind me, his hands resting on my shoulders, his breath on my. Far from it. Do you really wish to hear the story?’ ‘Yes.’ She sighed. ‘It would please me to know a little more of you, if our paths are to run together for a while.’ He was silent for a space, staring into the flames. She watched him keenly, wondering what he was thinking. He leant back and started to speak, still staring into the flames, his tone dreamlike, monotonous, low, yet somehow compelling. ‘I was born of wealthy parents. They brought me up well. I expected to help my father with our.