Chapter Five
The day after Louisa and I made love Ravel came by my flower stand—the first time since my evenings with Louisa began.
“You must have been giving me my time,” I speculated. “Time for Louisa,” I added when he looked bewildered at my comment.
“How odd,” he said. “I was in Italy on a buying trip. Mr. McCauly didn’t tell you?”
“No, it must have slipped his mind.” I fingered the petals of the yellow/orange lily he bought me. Their softness reminded me of Louisa’s p***y lips. I could almost smell the sweet and acrid brew and my tongue hungered for the taste.
“So, you’ve been with Louisa?”
“You sent me to her.”
He looked adoringly at my face. “My love, you are so willing.”
I’m glad that pleased him. “I was told Louisa was not so willing.”
He chuckled. “But she helpe
