Ian asks. We’re standing in the dressing room of our suite. I’ve moved aside some of the hanging clothes to show him the small gold plaque set into the wall behind them, positioned so discreetly as to be concealed from any casual observer. “When I was here before,” I reply, moving on quickly. I don’t want him to dwell on the circumstances in which I made my discovery while at the same time I was discovering so much else in the sensual realm, thanks to him. “I came across it one day while I was getting dressed. It struck me as a strange place to put such a thing. At first, I couldn’t imagine what the plaque could be for.” He nods and bends down for a better look. I know he can make out the elegant, cursive script etched into the gold. Softly, he reads, “The Cabinet of Secret Delights”. Straightening, my husband looks at me. His amber eyes are hooded, watchful. I feel his gaze at the core of my being. “What does that mean?” he asks. As close as we are, the heat of his body caresses me through the thin white cotton dress that I’m wearing.
