If Helen had announced dinner would be served in the downstairs cloakroom, Branko couldn’t have been more astounded. “Did Luc agree to this?” “Luc is away. If he comes back between now and then, we can change. Get over yourself, Branko. Food will be just as tasty in the kitchen and look at it this way, you can chat up Adele while we eat. Don’t you want to get to know her?” The more she thought about it, the better sense eating there when Luc was away might make than dining in state in the rather grand salle a manger. Branko thought about it. “We will see, and now you have given me good reason to discipline you when we stage our little charade tonight.” “Really? What charade?” He actually had the nerve to feign surprise and confusion. “Surely, Luc told you. We must perform under her window.” Just like he and Luc had on her first evening. “You’re serious?” “Most definitely. Luc was very clear in his directions. You and I will perform an erotic tableau for her delectation.
