A town house blazing with light rose above them. Two torches, wired for electricity, glowed on either side. Prejean pulled out a key and excitement thrilled through her, like she was a little girl again, with a chance to see a secret garden for herself. He unlocked the dead bolt, then considered her. “We’re going to a party. Think of this as another kind of feast—a demonstration, if you will, of the dishes available to you. From now on I want you to say nothing. Simply absorb. Show courtesy and understand that everyone here is willing, despite appearances. No one will ask anything of you. Do you understand?” She nodded, curiosity as aroused as the rest of her senses. He slid a hand inside her jacket, cupping her breast, his thumb brushing her nipple. Involuntarily she arched her back, pressing into the caress. He smiled and kissed her cheek, chaste and gentlemanly, the silky whisper of his neat beard tickling her skin.
