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“I wasn’t asking you to like it, Tessa.”
“Then what’s the purpose?”
He looked at her with a comical grin. “To shock them.”
“That you certainly did,” she agreed.
“Ah. Not as much as I would have liked.” He almost sounded disappointed. “Some were expecting your antics.”
“Antics! My punishment, my defilement a simple antic for your company’s pleasure? Is that all I am, entertainment, a trinket for whatever you desire?”
“Sometimes that’s all you are, and you know it,” Miles spoke truthfully. “Because, that’s all you want to be.” He looked at her with a wise expression. His knowledge of her was so complete that she couldn’t dismiss anything he had to say. “So now, Tessa, you tell me, why are you so pissed off?”
She pouted for a moment. “I don’t know, I’ll have to think about it.” She was standing now, still in complete disarray, with her skirt and silk still askew about her middle. Miles gently placed his hand on her cunt and felt the softness there, and the jewelry, and the wetness she couldn’t refute. “Frankly, Tessa, I think you’re lying to me.”
“Lying, never!”
“Then you’ll have to tell your body to quit giving you away.”
“My body reacts, it’s all physical,” she contended. “If my mind’s not there, how can I have any pleasure?
“Be a little more honest with yourself, sweetheart,” he said, “If you plan to stay with me, there will be more days like today, and I’ll expect a better showing from you.”
“What I went through was not enough?”
“Just a taste, just a taste.”
He took the knotted scarf from around her waist, and pulled it away. Then he pushed the leather skirt back over her hips, so that it was straight around her body. After shaking out the wrinkled silk, he then wrapped it around her again with a flourish to match the way Maya had fashioned it.
“There, you almost look presentable, go fix your hair, but not too tidy. I like it mussed.”
He was being so affectionate, and incredibly sweet, a side of him that made her feel magical inside. She let his gentle eyes caress her for a minute, then she retreated to the bath to fix her hair and makeup.
Tessa wondered as she stared at herself in the mirror, why this place, and Damien, and the women—those ghastly women—had so upset her.
One thing she knew for certain, she was horny. She felt as if there were a thousand hungry dragons crashing through her on a rampage. She wished that Miles had just flung her down and screwed her, but she hadn’t words to ask the favor; and likely, he wouldn’t have granted her the pleasure.
When she returned to him, she still had no answer to his question about her anger. As it was, Miles was too preoccupied with returning to his gathering to talk to her about it. He did offer one word of advice, as they were leaving the room. “It’s a grand joke Tessa, that’s all it is. Treat it like one and you’ll have a much better time.”
“That’s how you see this afternoon, a joke?”
“Yes,” he answered. “Frankly, I hadn’t planned that you and Damien would be interrupted. It began as just a friendly sharing between friends, an initiation that you needed to endure, for reasons that will become clear in time. But the others, they were interesting accidents, comical ones at that.” Seeing the twinkle in his eye, she could tell he was sincere.
A joke? Comical? Was that so ridiculous? Perhaps all the anger was for nothing. Had she passed a test, or failed one? Only time would tell.
Resuming her place on Miles’ arm, the returned to the dining room where lunch was just being finished. Having had nothing to eat herself, Miles stopped at a tray of unserved plates of food; and with some curious onlookers stealing glances at them, he fed her with his fingers. She laughed at the mess he made, as pieces of poached salmon and crepe suzettes stuck to her mouth.
Her earlier upset seemed incredibly silly in this light, and she felt foolish for being so angered.
After wiping her face on a napkin, she strolled with Miles to where Damien and his prissy wife, Adelle, were shaking hands with other art patrons.
“I hope you enjoyed yourself,” Tessa said boldly.
Damien nodded at her coolly. Ah! That impeccable cool! Men like him would never be rattled, or taken off guard. But that wasn’t the point. She had the satisfaction of satisfying the man in a way that his little woman never could.
Lust like hers made her an uncommon piece of art.
Chapter Thirteen
