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adventure than anxiety and wished Faith would hurry up. Her friend's fingers brushed her bare skin, so lightly she shivered. Wanted more.
    The gown fell to the floor, and she picked it up to lay it over a chair. Changing her mind, Sabine spread it across his desk, careful not to knock the figurine. Eyes drawn to it, she wondered if he had more of the arousing forms. And what other imaginings those other figurines showed.
    “Now we must go to the kitchen,” she said, taking Faith's hand and leading the way.
    It didn't take them long to walk the length of the house, and when they entered the kitchen, instead of the smells of food cooking, a delicious fruity scent greeted them. On the middle of the large wooden worktable lay a dish of strawberries, a bowl of chocolate, and another bowl of heavy cream nestled in a wide basket.
    Bring my basket of treats with you and go upstairs. You'll find a swathe of silk in the eastern alcove near the painting of the forest nymphs.
    “Strawberries?” Faith asked, lifting the basket and carefully holding it before her. “What are these for?”
    Sabine shrugged, but her imagination ran wild. “I don't know,” was what she said, but she couldn't wait to discover what Lord Severn had in mind for this.
    Up the stairs, they turned east and Sabine had no difficulties finding the forest nymph painting. The scrap of black silk was easy enough to spot, but before reading the note, she studied the painting.
    A nameless god, muscular, virile, naked, ran through the woods. He chased equally naked wood nymphs whose large breasts and rounded hips gleamed in the sunlight. One even cupped her own breasts enticingly, the large nipples prominently displayed for any and all to see. Or touch, she thought, her own nipples hardening.
    The nymphs looked as if they wished to be caught by the god, if the looks they gave him over their shoulder was anything to go by. Wished to be caught by him and devoured, as that was exactly what it looked as if the god wanted to do. Take the nymph—or more than one of them—and have his way until neither could stand, let alone run away.
    Swallowing against the flare of desire, Sabine tore her eyes from the painting and fumbled with the note. She'd wondered why Lord Severn hadn't ordered them to strip entirely, but was grateful now. She knew her thighs gleamed with the moisture of her desire and ached to be relieved of this…this unnamed need. To embrace it.
    To be taken and devoured by Lord Severn, breasts in her hands as he did wicked things she could all too easily picture.
    Miss Faith, wrap this around Miss Sabine's eyes, securely tying it in the back. Lead her to the fourth door on the left wall and use your key.
    Holding both the note and the silk to Faith, Sabine took the basket and turned around to wait. The silk felt divine against her face as blackness enveloped her. Faith's hand ran lightly down her arm, raising goose bumps along her skin, to take her hand.
    Faith led her along the silent hall, carefully guiding her bare feet across the hardwood floor. Anticipation thrummed through her; a breeze came from an open window someplace and caressed her skin. What would it be like to feel such a caress against her wet core?
    They stopped before what Sabine presumed to be the door. She heard the brass key she'd found in Poseidon's fountain scrape into the lock and felt the whoosh of air as the door swung open.
    Heart pounding, desire racing through her veins, Sabine blindly stepped across the threshold.

Chapter Five
    Another breeze wafted through the room, and Sabine shivered as it raced over her. Beside her, Faith gasped, the sound magnified since she couldn't see. But her imagination could all too easily picture Lord Severn's broad shoulders bare, his tight breeches outlining the hard muscles of his thighs…and other hard parts of him.
    The Chinese figurine flashed through her mind, and she tried to picture Severn with an erection that prominent. She shivered again,