Chapter 7
Her mysterious benefactor had a heavy gait.She could hear his shoes connecting with the marble floor, echoing and slow. She wondered if that meant he was fat. Not that she cared about his weight. She just wanted some kind of mental picture. Something—anything to go by.
The footsteps stopped. At the edge of the bed, she imagined. And for a few long moments, he just looked at her. She knew this, because she could feel his eyes on her, as sure as she was watching him watch her.
She waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. And the silence stretched between them until there came the sound of a thunk. Followed soon by another thunk. His shoes, she realized. He’d just removed them.
Then the soft whisper of clothes being unbuttoned and taken off soon followed.
Through it all,
