Lips pursed, Katherine reached for the glass of milk…and she saw Marie smiling faintly. Slowly, Katherine brought the glass to her lips. Self-consciously, she tipped the rim of the glass to her tingling lips and let a warm, sweet mouthful of milk course across her tongue and down her throat. Marie watched Katherine as she swallowed purposefully, relishing the warm, liquid, wicked sensation. The chambermaid almost seemed to nod; then she turned away purposefully.
Suddenly Katherine jumped as something brushed her bare ankle.
“Pardon, mademoiselle!” Celeste exclaimed, out of sight beneath the broad table. “I am dusting off mademoiselle’s throne.”
“Would you like me to move?” Katherine asked, grateful for the opportunity to leave gracefully. It was one thing to lie in her room, eyes closed
