"If you wish to tie me up you'll at least need rope I tell you what ill leavea bag at reception for you under your alias inside ill put a selection of...thingsjust knock on the door of my room at 8.30 when you are changed and ready." Shehad everything sorted out, she was definitely good and had done this kind ofthing before, It made me feel more at ease knowing I wasn't the only guy inthe world who liked 'this sort of stuff'. The week went dreadfully slow as it always does when you're waiting for. That should have worried me, but I was too busy staring at her delicious body. “You’re going to burn,” I told her. She had never had a tan, and she usually covered her body in pants and long sleeves. I was truly shocked that she was so willing to expose so much of herself. “I won’t burn,” she assured me, handing me a bottle of lotion. “Because you re gonna put this on me.” It was a task I would have killed for. I squeezed some of the ointment into my hand and started at her delicate. Seth strolled along quietly waiting for it to hit. When Grace stopped suddenly and looked at him and said, “What?”“Why you insist on drawing this line between your eyebrows is beyond me, not to mention it is very unbecoming, especially for a lady of your stature,” he said while rubbing his brow, “You might want to wash that off before you meet the Duke.”Grace’s face softened and she smiled at him, “That obvious?”“Ahhh, I see they were washable markers,” Seth said with a smirk.Grace shook her. Sure, she could fuck them all to sleep, but that would not do, here in the middle of the palace, so she chose a more subtle method of stacking the odds.Something irked her, though she tried not to give it any air. She’d confessed her love for Maloth, back in camp, and he had not returned the words. She told herself the words didn’t matter, that of course he loved her back, but there had been something in his eyes, a hesitance, and it had been trying to worm its way into her heart for the last.