A perfect concealment! "Come in, Jabar.A perfect concealment! "Come in, Jabar. I didn't expect you so quickly." In his hand was a glass of champagne. He set it on the side of the tub, about 12 inches from where my arm was resting. I did not miss the subtly of that action. If I wanted a drink, I would have to sit up and reach for it, an action certainly designed to expose my body to the eyes of this tall dark Arab. "I brought the things you requested, Madam." He spoke to me as if I were in a hotel lobby, fully dressed, not my bathtub, naked as could be. His eyes were dark, almost brooding, and I could see he had more than hotel service on his mind. "Do you treat all your guests so well?" "No, Madam, only the ones who bring slaves with them." I liked his answer. He was telling me he knew what I was doing, and wanted to play also. I continued the cat and mouse game. "And are you one who likes to be a slave?" "No, Madam, I am more the master type." Without breaking my eye contact, I called for my husband. He came instantly. "Phillip, Jabar doesn't have a drink. Get him one. |