She made no attempt to wash herself yet. She had no desire to move any part of her body. All she wanted to do was rest and let the water erase all the pain and memories of her recent past. Of course, she knew the memories would still be with her, but the hot bath was helping to ease the pain of them.She let her eyes roam around the sumptuously appointed bedroom. The fireplace and mantel were of white marble, and the furniture, upholstered in rep and damask, was of highly polished solid black walnut, as was all of the woodwork. The floors were covered by richly colored Oriental carpets. The hangings of the huge bed, even the mosquito bar, were of lace, and an exquisite basket of flowers hung suspended from the tester of the bed. Around the walls were suspended chaste and costly oil paintings. It was a magnificent, although gaudy, room. Alexandra had never seen its like before, but was well aware that it must have cost a small fortune.She sighed, hardly able to believe that she was actually in a brothel, a bordello, an assignation house, whatever one wanted to call it.
