“What did?” I asked.
She entered with a great big white box.
“A present.”
“From whom?”
“Who do you think?” Monique sat the box on the couch by me.
“You shouldn’t have.”
“I didn’t. The Prince did. I may have helped him a bit, but he wanted to send this—via courier even.”
“What?”
“Don’t ask. He’s magical.”
I would dispute that. Duncan was great, but notmagical. No one wasmagical. Clearly, Mo was mystified by The Prince Effect. I refused to fall for it.
She peeled the outside box open, revealing the beautifully wrapped second box from Delphine’s.
“He may have gone a little wild, but I figured you could get most everything here. And this washisidea. I simply helped him orchestrate it.”
I was confused. In the ribbon was a note.
“He literally sent this from DC?”
She nodded. “Yes. Wild, huh?”
Maybe hewasmagic. I opened the letter. It was on Ritz-Calton stationery.
Mistress Mills,
Missing you fiercely on this day and feeling as if I might die of over-exposure without you to do the countdown with me about how much more time I have to greet people.
I giggled. It was true. I always reminded him of the next break and did a little countdown when I felt he was drained and needed it. I started doing the same but also reminding him how long it was until we could slip away and do something naughty.
A little more than a week, right? And we’ll be reunited in California, I hope? I told Monique I wanted to get you something to relax in properly. And given your predilection for very expensive silky and lacy things, I hoped this would suit. I know you feel a bit shit and still pretty battered. I hope this is a cheer up.
I was interested now. I gathered this was lingerie and I wasn’t opposed. No wonder he needed Mo’s help. Men had no business purchasing such things for women on their own.
Don’t worry, I rang a personal shopper. No one has a clue about the shopping and where it was going. We’ve not been found out—yet—no matter how tongues wag. However, you are very missed and we cannotwait to have you back. And selfishly, I long to have you in my bed.
That made two of us.
I’m going to go down on you relentlessly. I deserve great punishment for the awful things I think about daily without you. I cannot help but get off thinking about you sitting on my face and punishing me properly.
Good. At least it wasn’t all sweet. I couldn’t handle that, even if I’d admit now I fell for Duncan like a brick.
Let me make up for lost time and my indiscretions when we next meet.
Love you,
Your Humble Servant
I handed the letter to Mo, who was curious. What the hell! Why not? She knew everything else. I pulled back the neat tissue paper to reveal a lovely blue chemise, then a lavender one, and finally, an expensive silk robe. They were luxurious. Yes, he did know me well.
“He didn’t know what anything was called. Couldn’t call it a chemise but did most of the choosing. I had to inform him that with your bust measurement alone, there was no way you were fitting into an extra-small.”
