shadow over the woman. Her golden hair fanned out around her head, giving her the appearance of a shrouded angel. Garrett had a feeling she was anything but an innocent.
If he could get a good look at her face, maybe he would recognize her by the covet she belonged to. There would be a mark at her left temple, faint and unrecognizable unless one knew what they were looking for.
Garrett knew exactly what to look for.
“Who sent you? And what do they hope to gain by slipping you into my little shop of pleasure?” Garrett thought aloud, pulling the rag from the tepid water.
Garrett rung the rag once again, and then placed it upon her forehead. “Mmmm.” The woman’s head rolled from side to side, Garrett’s hand moving with it until her eyes fluttered.
“Paige?” She mumbled, and then opened her eyes to mere slits before going back into the deep sleep she’d been in since he’d found her. Her very presence gave him more trouble than he wished to contend with on this night.
If he stayed with her any longer he’d find it difficult to restrain himself during his lessons this night. He never allowed himself fulfillment with his clients, taking his pleasure alone once the moon retreated into daylight.
Now that the shop was well past the usual hour of opening, he’d have to open he doors soon or bring unwanted suspicion upon himself. His first client was due at his door any moment and Lady Catherine Sadelare would not take kindly to missing her lesson for any reason. Her wrath would come upon him in the form of her portly husband.
The magistrate knew the hours of his establishment and would only relish in finding a reason, any reason, upon which to send him to the gallows. Charles Sadelare only suspected, from the rumors told in the taverns and whispered behind a lady’s fan, that Garrett ran more than a chocolate shop.
A witch landing in his place at this time was not what he would have wished for. He had only one choice and he prayed it would get him through the night.
Cassandra opened her eyes to the moon shinning through a window, the only light in an otherwise dark room. What felt like a feather bed lay underneath her body, soft and prickly at the same time. Her head felt comfortably propped up by a couple of feather pillows. The scent of bird filled her nostrils when she rolled her head sideways.
She moved her hand to wipe the fuzziness from her eyes only to find she couldn’t. Her heart racing in panic, she realized none of her limbs moved either. The more she struggled to move them from their prone position; panic soared hotter through her veins at an even greater rate.
Oh God, she thought as tears slipping from her eyes blurred her vision further. I’m paralyzed. Where’s Paige? Why did she leave me alone like this? How long have I been here?
Cassandra searched her mind for the answers, finding a few as the cobwebs fell from the shadows with her futile struggles. She’d been alone in the shop when the man appeared, making suggestive movements with his hands. She’d been backed up against the wall as he ran a vibrator over her blouse, stimulating her nipples to hard peaks.
Paige had walked through the door and accused her of self-gratification when it was him who’d been doing everything. Yet Paige said there was no man in the shop, just her and Cassandra.
Maybe he’d been sent to torment her through his sexual manipulations, whether during in the night’s shadows or the light of day. If so, then all her troubles could be laid at his doorstep, not hers. Then again, the gentle way he’d touched her she couldn’t imagine he’d been sent to punish her for whatever reason.
She and Paige had been fighting and now she lay tied up. Just where the hell was she?
“Paige!” Struggling against the restraints at her wrists and ankles, the fear of her captivity
If he could get a good look at her face, maybe he would recognize her by the covet she belonged to. There would be a mark at her left temple, faint and unrecognizable unless one knew what they were looking for.
Garrett knew exactly what to look for.
“Who sent you? And what do they hope to gain by slipping you into my little shop of pleasure?” Garrett thought aloud, pulling the rag from the tepid water.
Garrett rung the rag once again, and then placed it upon her forehead. “Mmmm.” The woman’s head rolled from side to side, Garrett’s hand moving with it until her eyes fluttered.
“Paige?” She mumbled, and then opened her eyes to mere slits before going back into the deep sleep she’d been in since he’d found her. Her very presence gave him more trouble than he wished to contend with on this night.
If he stayed with her any longer he’d find it difficult to restrain himself during his lessons this night. He never allowed himself fulfillment with his clients, taking his pleasure alone once the moon retreated into daylight.
Now that the shop was well past the usual hour of opening, he’d have to open he doors soon or bring unwanted suspicion upon himself. His first client was due at his door any moment and Lady Catherine Sadelare would not take kindly to missing her lesson for any reason. Her wrath would come upon him in the form of her portly husband.
The magistrate knew the hours of his establishment and would only relish in finding a reason, any reason, upon which to send him to the gallows. Charles Sadelare only suspected, from the rumors told in the taverns and whispered behind a lady’s fan, that Garrett ran more than a chocolate shop.
A witch landing in his place at this time was not what he would have wished for. He had only one choice and he prayed it would get him through the night.
Cassandra opened her eyes to the moon shinning through a window, the only light in an otherwise dark room. What felt like a feather bed lay underneath her body, soft and prickly at the same time. Her head felt comfortably propped up by a couple of feather pillows. The scent of bird filled her nostrils when she rolled her head sideways.
She moved her hand to wipe the fuzziness from her eyes only to find she couldn’t. Her heart racing in panic, she realized none of her limbs moved either. The more she struggled to move them from their prone position; panic soared hotter through her veins at an even greater rate.
Oh God, she thought as tears slipping from her eyes blurred her vision further. I’m paralyzed. Where’s Paige? Why did she leave me alone like this? How long have I been here?
Cassandra searched her mind for the answers, finding a few as the cobwebs fell from the shadows with her futile struggles. She’d been alone in the shop when the man appeared, making suggestive movements with his hands. She’d been backed up against the wall as he ran a vibrator over her blouse, stimulating her nipples to hard peaks.
Paige had walked through the door and accused her of self-gratification when it was him who’d been doing everything. Yet Paige said there was no man in the shop, just her and Cassandra.
Maybe he’d been sent to torment her through his sexual manipulations, whether during in the night’s shadows or the light of day. If so, then all her troubles could be laid at his doorstep, not hers. Then again, the gentle way he’d touched her she couldn’t imagine he’d been sent to punish her for whatever reason.
She and Paige had been fighting and now she lay tied up. Just where the hell was she?
“Paige!” Struggling against the restraints at her wrists and ankles, the fear of her captivity
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