4 Chapter 4

I dreamed of her that night, and I awoke with my own nipples tight with need, an ache between my thighs, and the sheets sweaty and tangled around my legs.

The second time, a couple of days later, they were leaving Madame Tussaud’s while we were about to climb the stairs.

The third time, early the following week, she was strolling through Hyde Park while I trotted past her, accompanied by Jack, my godmother’s son. He was just leaning toward me to say something, when I was distracted by the sight of her. She met my raised eyebrow with a raised eyebrow of her own, and then lowered her sunglasses, gazed at me over the rims, and smiled. My breath stopped in my throat.

The big blond touched her arm, and they vanished into the crowd.

Our paths continued to cross, my dreams became increasingly more erotic, and I wondered if I should engineer a way to meet her.