Knowing Madison was on the other side put a bounce in his step. He wasn’t looking forward to the initial pouting in which she was likely to engage, but once that was over, a night of pleasure loomed. He opened one of the doors slowly, as if he had all the time in the world, strolling through in the same manner. He stumbled for just a moment at the sight of Madison sitting at the table, dinner already laid out. It was so domestic, and so alien, that it took his breath away. His personal companions rarely joined him before bedtime and were always gone by morning. Only the companions he selected on his travels had dinner with him or stayed in his bed, and that was usually a strategy he employed to put them at ease and get somewhat acquainted before sex. She looked right in his room, a black nightgown with a plunging V-neck skimming her curves. One of the straps had slipped off her shoulder in an enticing fashion, but he didn’t think it was a deliberate attempt to induce desire. Judging by her cool look, she was going to make him work for it. He stripped off his uniform jacket, hanging it on a hook by the door before walking over to join her.
