Linds had followed us down the hall. Now she circled around us to the foot of the bed, stooped to pull open a drawer, and reached in. From it, she extracted a handful of cords, a couple of pairs of handcuffs, and some other things I could not see clearly enough to figure out at the moment.
As my shock began to fade, I came back to the immediate with a jolt. Philippe had drawn me closer against him. Now he bent to nibble my neck from behind as he began to unbutton the front of my shirt. For a moment, the fact Linds was standing there watching us bothered me. Then I told myself it was her choice to do so, and after a few more seconds, I was too far gone to care.
I swear, it felt like Philippe had half a dozen arms, like those statues of the deities in India. His hands were everywhere. My s
