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“But it was Master Rikard who helped you with your song.” Rikard captured her hand in his gloved one and drew her into the house. “Besides, you deserve to be spoiled and pampered for your success, and Master Rikard is far better at that than just Rikard.”
His lips curved, and good humor laced his voice, as though he found speaking of himself as two separate people extremely amusing. Then he led her into the kitchen, and all thoughts of protest evaporated.
Tray after tray of tapas covered the glass tabletop. Some fillings were pinkish, some golden brown, some a deep russet. Then there were the small bowls filled with hot sauces in every shade from bright red to dark brown, sour cream, and a green chili paste.
“You must have spent all day cooking!”
“It was for a worthy cause.” Smiling, he held out a chair for her.
She sat. He offered her a crisp damask napkin, snapping it open and holding it out for her. Disappearing behind her, he returned carrying two goblets and a bottle of white wine. Then he took his own chair, opened his own napkin, and gestured to the expanse of food on the table.
“What would you like to try first? Seafood? Beef? Chicken? Vegetarian?”
Gayle shook her head, overwhelmed by all the possibilities. “You choose.”
He selected a neatly rolled white-and-pink offering, and held it to her lips. “Try this. Crabmeat.”
She relaxed and let him feed her, enjoying the complete pampering of delicious food and exquisite service. All of the tapas were good, but some prompted her to close her eyes and groan with pleasure as she savored their flavor. She worried at first that she was taking advantage of Rikard’s generosity, but his soft smile and the gleam in his blue eyes proved he was enjoying the meal as much as she was. The final offerings, combining cinnamon and a rich chocolate sauce, were positively heavenly.
“That was wonderful. You’re a marvelous cook.”
“Thank you. It’s good to have an appreciative audience.”
“Have you always enjoyed cooking?”
“No, it’s a recent hobby. I used to have the typical bachelor diet of takeout food and pizza. But I spent far too long drinking all my meals from a straw, and began to obsess about all the foods I couldn’t have. I vowed that once I could eat solid food again, I would make all my future meals memorable ones.”
“I’m sorry you had to suffer, but I appreciate the result.”
“I think you’ll appreciate the rest of what I have planned for you, too. Finish your wine, and we’ll go upstairs.”
Her heart and lungs picked up a rapid rhythm, and her panties grew damp. “To the playroom?”
“Yes.”
She tossed back her wine, then shoved her chair away from the table and jumped to her feet. “I’m ready.”
Rikard’s gaze slid down to her breasts, and her pebbled nipples, before skimming down to her pussy. “I bet you are.”
Heat flamed her cheeks, but she couldn’t protest, because he was right. She was ready for him to take her right here and now. Waiting was going to be an exquisite torture.
Placing her hand in his gloved grasp, she allowed him to lead her upstairs. The first thing she saw upon entering the playroom was a scarlet fandango dress draped across one of the tables.
“Put on the dress.”
Gayle obediently stripped down to her underwear, then hesitated, looking a question at Master Rikard.
“Only the dress,” he clarified.
She pulled off the bra and panties, as well, then lifted the layers of satin ruffles over her head and slithered into the dress. It clung to her chest, then flared out over her hips to cascade in a ruffled fall down past her knees.
Rikard picked up a black cloak that had been laid out beside the dress, and swirled it around his shoulders.
“I am Zorro, the masked avenger of the oppressed people of Los Angeles. You are the lovely and spirited Consuela, owner of the taverna. You are cooperating with the evil Don Rafael, to try and trap Zorro, and now Zorro has trapped you.”
“But I’m not evil, right? Don Rafael has something on me to force me to cooperate with him.”
Rikard’s slow smile promised a wealth of torturous delights. “That is what Zorro needs to determine, using all the skills at his disposal.”
