She touched it, and her gaze lifted. . ” She was in the bedroom by eleven. “Of course, one lives differently in Paris, but then—Paris is Paris. She reflected upon that with a thrill of terror that was also, somehow, in some faint remote way, gleeful. She felt his crotch through his jeans. Young noblemen ought to be indulged in their frolics. Mike was drinking a cup of black coffee. She had to exert tremendous energy not to sniff the air for his blood.
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