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to
unlock his door.
    Shit!
    He reached for his gun on the
bedpost, but it wasn ’t there. He’d gotten careless and left his gunbelt on one
of the pegs across the room.
    Shit!
    ‘ Who
the hell is it?’ he asked as he heard the door squeak open in the
darkness, instinctively expecting a bullet.
    ‘ Sh.’
    ‘ What?’
    ‘ Be
quiet. It’s Cordelia.’
    ‘ What
is it?’
    He heard the door squeak shut and softly
latch. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he saw a figure move
toward him, heard the sibilant sound of rustling silk. Smelled
laurel in full bloom....
    The figure moved toward him and
stopped beside the bed. ‘You’ve been drinking. I can smell the
whiskey.’
    His heart pounded and his head
swam. ‘Uh ..
.’
    ‘ Your
punishment is you must make love to me.’
    He heard the cloth moving again, and then he
saw her figure before him, the dim light from the window revealing
proud, delicate shoulders thrust back behind heavy breasts, the
dark nipples staring him down like a pair of .44s.
    His pulse throbbed in his throat. There was
a low humming in his head. His throat had gone dry as the Sahara
during a sandstorm.
    She reached down, found his
hand, and brought it to her breast. ‘You want to. I know you do. I saw the way
you looked at me earlier.’
    ‘ Sorry
. .. I...’
    ‘ I
haven’t had a man in two years, Mr. Prophet.’
    He didn ’t know what to say to that. He
rubbed his thumb around on her nipple, which quickly grew erect
beneath his touch. She looked down at it, saying, ‘I’ve never met a
man here I wanted to be with ... as much as I wanted to be with you
as soon as I saw you.’
    He could hear her breath
quicken as he worked at her nipple. She brought both her hands to
his, cupping it and her breast both, ‘You mustn’t tell a soul.
Promise?’
    ‘ I
promise.’
    ‘ Slide
over.’
    He slid over.
    ‘ Tell
me one thing,’ he said, running his hand down her impossibly smooth
thigh. ‘Am I dreaming?’
    She laughed huskily and bit his lip, pushing
him back on the bed.

Chapter Four
    THE NEXT MORNING, Prophet woke to the sounds
of someone shuffling about the room. He turned his head on the
pillow and opened his eyes.
    Pale dawn light seeped around the edges of
the curtains. In the smoky dusk of the room, Cordelia held her silk
wrapper out before her, tossing it around to find the front. Her
breasts jiggled as she did so, and Prophet groaned with desire.
    ‘ Where
. . . where you going?’ he asked her.
    ‘ Well,
good morning,’ she said cheerfully.
    She drew the wrapper on and sat
on the edge of the bed, leaning down and kissing
Prophet ’s
lips, running a rough hand through his hair. Her wrapper yawned
open, exposing her breasts, and Prophet took them in his calloused
palms, fondling them gently and kissing each nipple in
turn.
    ‘ It’s
early,’ he said, his voice muffled by her bosom.
    ‘ I
have to go down and help Annabelle with breakfast,’ she said,
making soft sounds of delight as he buried his nose in her
cleavage.
    ‘ Come
back to bed,’ he urged.
    ‘ I
can’t,’ she laughed, drawing her wrapper closed and pulling away.
‘But I’ll be back again tonight—you can bet your boots on
that!’
    Prophet grinned and smacked his lips at the
prospect, watching her lithe form fairly float to the door, her
long black hair rippling down her slender back.
    ‘ Oh,
Lou?’ she said, turning around.
    ‘ Yes,
my pet?’
    ‘ What
are your plans for the day?’
    ‘ Don’t
have any,’ Prophet said, stretching luxuriously.
    ‘ Then
would you mind—? Oh, I hate to ask this.’
    He lifted his head from the
pillow. ‘Ask
what?’
    She thought for a moment, then
shook her head. ‘No, I can’t.’ She started twisting the
doorknob.
    Prophet pushed up on an
elbow. ‘What
is it, Cordelia?’
    She stopped again and turned to
face him. ‘Well... I was just wondering... You see, the man I had
taking caring of chores around here is laid up with a kidney
ailment, and ...’
    ‘ And
you