Chapter Eight
Tessa was dropped at the door of Mile’s garret on Friday night. His limousine and driver had been in front of the museum waiting for her when she left that afternoon. No Miles, just his aide, ready to whisk her away into another unknown.
She wondered how long this interlude from the real world would last, if she wouldn’t rather this be her entire world, reveling in bondage, surrendering to Miles’ capricious schemes. His odd carnival feast of lust made her tremble so, but she’d never been so satisfied with s*x or her life.
For three days after his surprise visit to the museum, dizzying expectations wracked her brain. Her body was constantly hot, though there was little place to put her raging urges, since Miles still seemed more enamored with Martine than he was with her—at
