Private Dancer by Sheri Whitefeather

Author:Sheri Whitefeather
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2010-06-16T00:00:00+00:00

I awakened early, and now I was dressed and waiting, all remnants of last night’s masquerade gone. No jewels, no colorful kohl around my eyes, no feathers, no henna-tinged hair. I was Princess Camille once again.

I still could not fathom why David wanted to see me, but I was anxious to find out.

He arrived in his riding attire, obviously intending to visit the stables after breakfast.

“Good morning,” he said, sounding quite proper.

I bade him the same greeting, and we proceeded to my private dining area and sat across from each other at a small but elegant table.

Our tea was served, along with boiled eggs, flatbread, olives and cheese. Cups of diced apricots, smothered in cream and garnished with sugar and walnuts, were presented, as well.

David waved the servants away so we could dine alone. After they departed, he reached for his fruit cup. I started with the eggs. The apricots reminded me of the honey I had worn between my legs, as it was the flavor I’d chosen. It also reminded me of the mistake I had made.

While David spooned the creamy concoction into his mouth, I studied him. Had he requested apricots or was it coincidence that they had been prepared for this particular day?

Before silence befell us, I garnered the courage to ask, “What brings you to my table this morning?”

He swallowed the food. “Does a husband need a reason to dine with his wife?”

“He does if the husband is you, and the wife is me.”

I expected him to lift those condescending brows, but instead he managed a rare smile. Apparently my remark amused him.

“Well?” I asked, pressing him for an answer and struggling with his effect on me. His smile actually seemed a tad boyish, making me sweetly aware of my childhood dreams.

“I thought you might be interested in Afyon’s progress,” he said.

My heart leaped directly to my throat, and I forced out a breath. “Your new harem girl? Why would I concern myself with her?”

“Considering how nosy you were about her yesterday, I assumed you would be curious.”

I was not going to deny myself the benefit of this conversation. “Maybe I am a little curious.” For strong measure, I sent him a wifely glare. “Did you bed her already?”

“No, but I allowed her to watch.”

Instantly, my body temperature rose. I sipped my tea, wetting my lips and wishing I had a cool beverage instead.

“Watch what?” I dared to ask.

“How to give oral pleasure. She witnessed me being tended by two girls.”

“And which two might that be?” I asked, pretending that I was unaware.

“Ruby and Sarila. Baki chose them as her instructors.”

I frowned, allowing him to believe that I disapproved. “Is that typical of how a new girl is trained?”

“Normally she would receive weeks of instruction before she entered my bedchamber.”

“Then why did you allow her the privilege of special training?”

He finished his apricots, savoring the last bite, conjuring an image of how readily he had tasted my fingers last night and how powerfully he had climaxed.

“When I first saw her, she intrigued me,” he said.

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