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prepare herself for whatever came next. Grayson released her and she retied her dress, glad of the chance to cover up again. She felt Grayson’s eyes burning into her as she followed Isabel to the kitchen. It was another large airy room, a more contemporary interpretation of the classic Spanish style of the entranceway and dining room. Hexagonal terracotta tiles covered the floor and the white ceiling was crossed with dark wooden beams. A table and chairs of dark wood stood in the centre of the room, surrounded by painted white cabinets and stainless steel appliances.
    ‘So, what’s for dessert?’ Lisa asked as Isabel opened an enormous fridge.
    ‘Strawberries, cream, chocolate sauce,’ Isabel said as she removed containers and placed them on the worktop. ‘And you, of course.’
    Thankfully she was too focused on what she was doing to notice Lisa’s shock.
    ‘Maybe some ice cream too. How do you feel about that?’ she asked, turning to Lisa, her perfect eyebrows raised in query.
    ‘About ice cream? I– I like it,’ Lisa said hesitantly.
    ‘Mmm,’ Isabel gave her a conspiratorial smile. ‘The cold can be rather delicious, can’t it?’
    ‘Um ... what would you like me to do?’ Lisa asked, trying to ignore her misgivings as Isabel busied herself assembling the ingredients.
    ‘You could get undressed.’
    ‘Oh.’ Lisa felt her skin burning. What the hell was going on here? ‘Yes, of course,’ she said, trying to sound as if this was what she had been expecting all along. ‘Should I ... take everything off?’ Please say no , she begged silently.
    Isabel turned to her, looking her up and down thoughtfully. ‘I think you should leave the shoes on,’ she said, nodding to Lisa’s feet. ‘They’re very sexy.’
    Lisa nodded, grateful when Isabel turned away again and began preparing strawberries. Her hands shook as she untied her dress, and she tried to quash the curling fear in her stomach as she let it fall from her shoulders to pool on the floor at her feet. This night wouldn’t go on forever, she told herself. No matter what happened, whatever she had to endure, in a few hours she would be home again, safe. She just had to get through it.
    Nevertheless, she struggled not to cry as she slid her thong down her legs and stepped out of it, feeling utterly miserable. As she straightened up again, she found Isabel watching her. She felt so exposed, and more than a little ridiculous standing in the middle of the kitchen in nothing but her high heels. She fought the urge to cover herself with her hands as Isabel looked her up and down.
    ‘Very nice.’ Isabel gave her a warm smile of approval. ‘You have a fantastic body, Lisa. Lie on the table,’ she said, nodding to it.
    Lisa clambered onto the table and lay down on the cold, hard surface. She closed her eyes and concentrated on taking slow, deep breaths, trying to calm herself. She felt Isabel’s hand in her hair and opened her eyes to find her standing beside her with a small pillow.
    ‘Lift,’ she said softly. When Lisa did so, she slid the pillow under her head. ‘We don’t want you hurting yourself when things get ... intense. Comfortable?’ she asked, smoothing Lisa’s hair behind her.
    Lisa nodded, her throat too tight to speak.
    ‘So, do you play much with other couples?’ Isabel asked conversationally as she took a tub of cream and a spoon from the worktop.
    Lisa wasn’t sure how to answer. She didn’t know what Mark had told Isabel. Would he want her to pretend they did this sort of thing all the time? Or was it okay to admit she was new to all this as long as she joined in?
    She gulped as Isabel came to stand beside her and spooned two dollops of cream onto her breasts.
    ‘No,’ she said finally, deciding honesty was the best course. It was probably obvious what a clueless newbie she was anyway. She licked her dry lips as Isabel swirled the cream around in concentric circles until only her nipples were left exposed. ‘This is