Charles didn’t even know it was Dimitri Gurkovsky who was behind this, but he knew about the honey trap. And what’s good for the goose is also goo... for the gander, according to the gospel of Charles.” I drained my coffee cup. “I was there anyway, courtesy of our Russian friends, and Charles had ordered me to see what I could do. Imagine the irony of the situation if we’d pulled it off. The whore employed to ensnare an American diplomat, compromises a previously unknown, high ranking SVR. The Grand Duchess, meanwhile, was gritting her teeth with rage at the insult. It never occurred to her to ask why Maria Elena’s hair was unbraided or why her bladder was so full. In the mind of the Grand Duchess, the newest servant had not bothered to properly prepare for her transfer and had affronted her new mistress on purpose. She did not notice the smirking expressions of her two Lords, and even had she noticed, she would have thought nothing of it. The fact they were the ones at fault for. .. well talking men things. What amazes me is the ladies accuse the men or ignoring them at these sort of affairs and yet that's what they are doing themselves, strange cattle.During the evening Jess told me we were running out of milk, would I be a dear and drive down to the milk bar and buy a couple of bottles?I hadn't been drinking much during the day so I was OK to drive. I went into the shop and bought the milk, as I was walking out the hair on the nape of my neck started to rise, I sensed. "They never learn." A baritone voice cooed. "No point in running sweetness. That rope is specially designed to bind naked women." Kira attempted to scream, but her mouth was constricted by the rope as well. She didn't think anyone could hear her either. This man had her trapped in what looked like an abandoned warehouse. "Do you have something to say? Here, let me help you." The voice rang in a silky smooth tone. Kira flinched when course hands began to run along her body, stopping right at her.