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ENSLAVED The thought of traveling back into the world of Madame Chambray’s secret sex Society sent a shiver down Simone Driscoll’s spine. She’d been reading the illicit diaries of the infamous madam since grade school, hiding away in a closed-off section of her father’s auction warehouse. The diaries were supposed to be kept under lock and key. But Simone had always been an inquisitive child, never settling for being told she couldn’t do something. Finding the beribboned key to the worn trunk was like finding gold and, since that day, Simone’s world hadn’t been the same. And now, after all these years, Madame Chambray’s world had come looking for her. Simone sat back on the bed and wondered why the anonymous marquise who first brought the Chambray items to her auction house had chosen Driscoll’s over other houses. She thought of several wellknown places that dealt in such…items. Driscoll’s had a reputation for being the best and having the most impeccable taste. The business her father had left to her catered to the world’s wealthiest clients. It certainly was not the place for magical sex items to be sold. Visions of the worn trunk came flooding back to her. Why did her father have the diaries to begin with? And why was he so desperate to keep them under lock and key?

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“5 Stars—Awesome!—I doubt a woman out there could read this book without squirming in her seat and drooling over Andre.” —Loretta Bookaholics4ever “A wonderfully erotic story of time-travel and lust. This is a wonderful continuation of what M. A. DuBarry started with the Silk Secrets stories. This story picked up seamlessly from where The Silk Garters left off and is just as hot! To all lovers of erotic fantasy involving time travel, you definitely don’t want to miss this one!” —Chere Gruever Sensual Romances

ALSO BY M. A. DUBARRY The Blood Ruby The Immortal Warlock Silk Secrets, Installment I: The Silk Garters

SILK SECRETS, INSTALLMENT II:

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ENSLAVED AN AMBER QUILL PRESS BOOK This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. Amber Quill Press, LLC http://www.amberquill.com All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review. Copyright © 2003 by M. A. duBarry ISBN 1-59279-216-2 Cover Art © 2004 Angelique Armae

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CHAPTER 1

The thought of traveling back into the world of Madame Chambray’s secret sex Society sent a shiver down Simone Driscoll’s spine. She’d been reading the illicit diaries of the infamous madam since grade school, hiding away in a closed-off section of her father’s auction warehouse. The diaries were supposed to be kept under lock and key. But Simone had always been an inquisitive child, never settling for being told she couldn’t do something. Finding the beribboned key to the worn trunk was like finding gold and, since that day, Simone’s world hadn’t been the same. And now, after all these years, Madame Chambray’s world had come looking for her. Simone sat back on the bed and wondered why the anonymous marquise who first brought the Chambray items to her auction house had chosen Driscoll’s over other houses. She thought of several wellknown places that dealt in such…items. Driscoll’s had a reputation for being the best and having the most 1

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impeccable taste. The business her father had left to her catered to the world’s wealthiest clients. It certainly was not the place for magical sex items to be sold. Visions of the worn trunk came flooding back to her. Why did her father have the diaries to begin with? And why was he so desperate to keep them under lock and key? Simone shook her head and then snuggled back against the pillows. She reached for the antique garters lying next to her on the bed, and ran her hands over the soft, pink, embroidered ribbons. Andre had told her he’d be back. The man from her magical dream was like a god. He did things to her she never imagined could be done to a woman. Well, at least things she knew her modern day Andrew would never do. That incurable rogue had left her once again, overthrowing her for a set of ancient maps recently unearthed in the Far East. She was sick and tired of Andrew always putting business before her. Why she’d ever agreed to marry the man, she’d never know. She was tempted to call off the wedding, but protocol wouldn’t allow her to. Maybe things would improve between the two of them before next year. The thought made her laugh. Andrew would never put her before priceless antiquities. The man lived for rare, ancient artifacts. If only she were one herself. Maybe then she could catch his attention. For now, she’d have to settle for spending her nights with Madame Chambray’s diaries and not with an in-the-flesh lover. But Simone wanted more. She wanted to know what made Madame Chambray’s Society tick; what made it so infamous her father didn’t want the world to know he knew about it. There was only one way to answer her questions. She had to go back to the place where it all started…back to seventeenth-century France and back to her god-like Andre. The soft caress of the silk garters called to Simone. She slipped the satiny ribbons up over her thighs. First her right leg, then her left. The 2

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slightly frayed ends she tied into dainty bows. Simone leaned back and took a deep breath. Cool morning air danced through her apartment bedroom, entering from the open balcony door. Simone’s nipples puckered in an instant. She reached her hands to her breasts and cupped her aching points. The feel of her palms against her nipples sent ripples of pleasure whirling through Simone’s body. She spread her legs wide, inviting the cool air to caress her clit. Andre said he wanted her ready next time and she had no plans to disappoint him. She prayed sleep would claim her soon. For only in dreams could Simone return to the world of Madame Chambray’s sex Society and, having already visited the illustrious and secretive world, Simone knew she could no longer live without it… * * * “Ma cheri.” A deep velvety voice called to Simone. “Wake, ma petite rosette.” The familiar sounding voice comforted her, made her feel secure. “Hmmm…” moaned Simone. “Hold me, Andre.” “Oui, ma petite.” The warmth of a strong arm circled her waist, while a roaming hand sought her inner thigh. Simone nudged closer to the warm body embracing her. Scents of exotic spices filled her nostrils and taunted her senses. The aroma reminded Simone of a plantation in the West Indies. The strange vision startled her, disturbed her. She edged her back even closer to Andre. “Have you been a good mistress, Simone?” Realization set in. She opened her eyes and stared about the room. Simone wasn’t in her New York apartment anymore; she was in the Versailles-like rooms where she’d first met her magical Andre. The garters had worked yet again. Simone started to pull away from Andre. He held her tight. “ Cheri, what is wrong?” 3

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Simone froze. Andre’s fingers grazed her clit. “Nothing. It was just a…a bad dream.” Hot lips caressed the nape of her neck. “Shhh…say no more,” said Andre. “I will make you forget about those dreams.” Simone edged closer to her lover. The heat radiating from Andre’s muscled chest warmed her slightly shivering body. A tingle whirled at the apex between her thighs. Andre placed a large hand upon Simone’s right leg and pulled it closer to him, parting her nether lips for easy access. He traced, with his forefinger, a line from her clit to her pussy. Simone quivered. “You are most responsive today, my sweet.” “ ’Tis your touch that makes me so.” Andre kissed her neck a second time, while his fingers probed the opening to her vagina. “Have you ever thought of leaving here?” Simone turned back to face Andre. “Leave? Why?” “I want to take you away from the Society, ma cheri. I want to make you mine in every sense of the word.” Simone didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Andre had no clue he was talking to a woman from the future, a woman who would vanish once her dream ended. “I am…already yours.” Andre turned Simone onto her back. “I want to make you my wife and take you away from here,” he said. “Once you have the protection of my name, I can never lose you.” Simone didn’t understand what Andre meant, but she didn’t have time to think about it. The man’s skillful talents forced Simone to concentrate on other things. Andre’s lips roamed Simone’s body, searing her mouth with a heated kiss then trailing their way down to her breasts. Her pointed peaks grew firm and achy at his approach. Andre covered one rosy nipple with his lips and suckled. He tugged gently at first, rolling the 4

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swollen bud between his teeth and tongue. Simone twisted in pleasure, her hands grasping the corners of the silk sheets. The pressure on her right nipple grew more intense. Andre suckled harder, working the sensitive tip to a fully puckered state. The pleasurable sensations shot through Simone’s body, traveling down to her clitoris. She reached her hand between her thighs. “No,” said Andre as he pulled away from her breast. “Not yet.” “Please,” mouthed Simone. Andre smiled a sly grin before he dipped his head lower. He explored her body with a hungry desire, trailing kisses from her midriff to her nether curls. Simone bucked in anticipation, having already experienced Andre’s wondrous mouth. “You’re quite brazen this morning, ma petite rosette.” “I am merely eager for your touch.” “Then I have trained you well.” Andre lifted his head to gaze into Simone’s eyes. “You don’t belong here, ma cheri. You deserve to be free.” Still unsure of the meaning of her lover’s words, Simone’s only concern was for the moment at hand. “Please, can we not talk later?” She raised her legs, placing her feet on Andre’s shoulders. He ran a hand over her bare skin, teasing the outer sides of her thighs and calves. Ripples of pleasure shot through Simone’s body. She quivered slightly and moaned. Andre reached out and cupped Simone’s bottom, pulling her closer to him. He dipped his head. The tip of his tongue played with her nether lips, flicking back and forth over the sensitive area, occasionally skimming her clit. She hated when he teased her. Simone wanted more of Andre; she wanted his tongue between her lips, working her swelling mound until she could take no more. 5

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As if he read her mind, Andre sought the aching bud between Simone’s sensitive folds. He swirled his tongue in a slow manner, tracing tiny circles over her clit. Simone raised her hands above her head and grabbed the silk ribbons hanging down from the bedposts. She twisted the fabric around her fingers and pulled. Andre flicked his tongue back and forth, licking her at an eager pace. He brought his mouth closer to her and took her clit between his lips. He suckled, first gently, then harder. Simone’s breath grew ragged. She moved her hips in sync with Andre’s sucking. Her aching bud grew more sensitive, almost painful. Waves of pleasure exploded inside her vagina. Simone cried out. Andre worked her clit until the ripples ceased. He lowered her legs to the bed and positioned himself between her thighs. He kissed her. The tip of Andre’s erect cock teased her pussy. Simone inched her way closer to the man. He slid inside her with a slow, yet eager thrust. Simone loved the feel of Andre inside her. His thick rod filled her to capacity, stirring her sensitive sugar walls. He slid in and out, tugging on her clit as he thrust forward. With each entry, Andre’s pace picked up. He assaulted her pussy harder and quicker upon each return. Simone raised her legs and wrapped them around Andre, crisscrossing her ankles over his back. He now fucked her with ramming thrusts, shaking the bed and calling out to her. He gave one final push, and then spilled his seed inside her. Andre collapsed on top of Simone, the two of them well spent. She liked him like this, exhausted due to his lustful desires for her. Simone wanted to learn more about Madam Chambray’s and Andre 6

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was the one person who could teach her. She laced her fingers through his shiny, black hair. “Andre?” He offered only a grunt in reply. “Why do you want me to be free?” He kissed her neck. “So I can take you away from here, make you my wife, and present you to Society. I want you to have the life you deserve.” She thought back to the diaries, to the account ledgers stored in the trunk at Driscoll’s Auction House. Of everything Simone had ever read, she never remembered a woman by her own name. She also didn’t remember Andre listed anywhere in the papers. “You would see nothing wrong in…” She knew she must tread carefully here, not wanting to give cause for alarm. “Marrying a woman who belonged to the Society?” The thought of belonging, of being owned by anyone, sickened Simone. But she’d read enough information to know Madame Chambray’s had purchased sex slaves. Andre lifted his head and pulled away from Simone. He withdrew himself from her. “I never told you this before. In fact, I’ve never told anyone outside the family. But when Louis bought you from your drunken stepfather, he himself was drunk. He never wrote your name in the ledgers stating the Society owned you.” Not finding her name made sense now. “I fell in love with you, instantly. I knew my brother’s error. I immediately repaid the Society’s coffers and claimed you as my own.” He paused, as if waiting for some kind of reaction from her. “Everything you have is mine. You are kept here at Madame Chambray’s, yet away from the masters and mistresses because I pay for you and your upkeep. No one can touch you.” “Are they’re others like me?” He sat up and pulled the covers over his body. “Most slaves are owned by Madame Chambray’s, and they service the Society’s patrons. Of course, we have patrons who come here with his or her own spouse 7

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or lover or mistress. They come here to either explore their fantasies together or to take part in orgies with other patrons. There are a few slaves in your position, but not many.” So, her wonderful Andre owned her, yet cared deeply for her. Simone laughed at the notion. Even time travel could not free her from the destructive path of getting involved with men who, to certain limits, controlled her. The thought unsettled her. She inched away from him. Andre reached out and grabbed a hold of her arm. “Simone, please. I do not like this arrangement. In truth, I hate the Society. I come here only because my father left it to me.” Shock washed over her senses. She turned to him. “Your…father? The Count of Leon?” “Yes,” said Andre. “When he died, my father left the Society he founded to me and to his mistress, Madame Chambray. But we are merely overseers who vote in case of a dispute. The grand masters and grand mistresses act on the everyday dealings of the Society and we all profit from it. When Madame Chambray dies, I will inherit absolute ownership.” The thought of Andre profiting from Madame Chambray’s angered her. He stared at her, a look of guilt in his eyes. “It’s not what you think.” “You fill your pockets at the expense of helpless people.” “No,” said Andre. “I do not. My share of the profits goes back to those who rightfully earned it. I do everything I can to see to the comforts of the Society’s slaves. But I can only do so much, as I do not have absolute say in all matters.” “Do you have absolute say over me?” Simone didn’t know why she asked such a question. The words fell from her mouth before she realized what she’d said. Andre took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. “No.” 8

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“So, you pay for me, keep me, but in essence, I am still the Society’s property.” He pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “You are mine so long as you remain within the walls of this maison. If I desire to take you away from here, I must…” “You must what?” Simone rose to her knees and leaned forward, edging her way back to Andre. She wanted him to look her in the eyes. “I must win you.” She leaned back on her heels. “Win me? How? Why?” “My brother Louis found you first. According to the Society’s rules, he has every right to challenge me for your hand in marriage. I pay Madame Chambray’s for your upkeep, and if I take you away from here, they will lose that money.” “And how will you win me?” She knew she wasn’t going to like this idea. But Simone had to know what was in store for her between this Louis and her Andre. “You must be brought before the Grand Council in the same manner as you were brought to the Society. Then, the first man to please you will win you.” He turned away from her. “Don’t,” said Simone. She reached out to Andre and placed her hand on his face, gently bringing him back to meet her stare. “Look me in the eyes when you speak to me.” After realizing her brazen move, Simone held her breath and waited for a reaction from Andre. She could never have spoken to Andrew in the same manner. Andre brought his hand up to meet hers and lowered it to his lap, holding onto her as if for dear life. “There is no other way. If there were, I’d have had you freed from here from the instant you came to us.” She believed him. The sincere, concerned look in Andre’s dark brown eyes told her he wasn’t lying. “Then so be it, my lord.” “Are you accepting my proposal of marriage?” 9

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“Yes,” she said, silently praying to every saint she could remember. God help her, she was about to toy with history in a time long since past. But the nagging feeling inside Simone’s soul told her she had no choice.

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“You can’t have her,” said Louis, his long blonde hair waving wildly about his shoulders as he shook his head. Andre pointed a finger at him. “You can’t stop me. Not this time. I won’t allow it. I’ve paid for her, spent my own money on the woman’s upkeep. I’m entitled to take her in return.” “The rules are clear,” said Louis. “Slaves can only be purchased, regardless whether or not their name was written in the ledgers, if the council is unanimous in its decision on the sale of said goods.” Andre slammed his hand down upon Madame Chambray’s desk, his fist pounding the leather-topped table. “And who is to say the council won’t be in agreement?” He eyed Louis with caution. With his flamboyant style and obnoxious manners, the man had a natural knack for annoying those around him. “Among our brothers and sisters, you might be held with great esteem. But between the two of us,” said Louis, motioning his forefinger between himself and Andre, “you are not.” 11

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Andre grunted and spun on his heel. He collapsed into a chair across the desk. “You’re determined to always make my life a living hell, are you not?” Louis smirked. “I consider our spats nothing more than friendly disagreements between brothers.” He propped his boot-covered feet up onto the desktop and toyed with the silk sash from his gold dressing gown. “You can’t change fact,” said Andre. “No matter how hard you try, you will always be the bastard son. And I will always be the legitimate heir, the younger of us who will carry on the family name.” Anger flared in Louis’ eyes. “You go too far, Andre.” “Do I?” The door at the back of the room slammed shut with a loud thud. Andre glanced over his shoulder. “I will not tolerate this behavior in my home,” said Madame Chambray. The woman crossed the room and approached her desk. She waved a hand at Louis, who immediately vacated his seat. “Your voices can be heard throughout the corridor.” Louis pulled out the chair for his mother then helped her take her seat. “Forgive me, Mother. I had forgotten my place.” Chambray waved him away with a disgusted look on her face. “And what of you, Andre? What troubles spark between you and my son?” “He wants to purchase a slave,” intruded Louis. “I didn’t ask you.” Andre straightened in his chair and took a deep breath. He raised his gaze, meeting Madame Chambray eye to eye. “Louis speaks the truth, Madame. I wish to purchase Simone and take her away from this sordid place.” The petite woman tapped her fingers upon her desk. “I see no reason why you couldn’t satisfy your desires,” she said. “You’ve earned every right to purchase Simone. She has been your expense and 12

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yours alone since the night Louis brought her here.” “Which is precisely why I won’t allow the sale,” said Louis. He leaned against one of the bookcases on the far side of the room. “I have as much right to Simone as does Andre.” “You were as drunk as a bumbling fool. For all we know, you stole the woman.” He lied, but Andre knew he had no choice. No one, save for himself, knew what had really transpired that night. How Simone’s sister had been murdered after having been raped by an unnamed traveler. Andre knew Louis hadn’t been the killer. He could be rude, crude and not give a damn about anyone, but he wasn’t a murderer. He had a soul, just no conscience. And for raping Simone’s sister, he deserves to live with a bit of fear, thought Andre. Mayhap it would stir a conscience in him. Louis would go to the ends of the earth to keep Madame Chambray from learning the truth. Louis offered him a hateful glare. If looks could kill, thought Andre, I’d be dead right about now. “Andre, you have every right to this Simone woman,” said Chambray. “But by rights of first claim, so does my son.” Andre cursed to himself. He had nowhere to turn for even the royal house had an interest in Madame Chambray’s. And Louis always made a point to be in with anyone and everyone who had even the slightest bit of influence. “Then I am sure Madame has a deciding factor to propose that will help settle the matter,” said Andre. “Does she not?” “There is only one way to settle this situation.” Chambray turned to face her son. “Are you up for the challenge, Louis?” A look of shock washed over the proud man’s face. “Mamma, how can you even ask such a question? Of course I am up for the challenge. Am I not my father’s son? Perpetually ready to take any woman?” Andre rolled his eyes. He stroked his forehead with his fingers trying to alleviate the mounting pressure. Surely his birth had been a curse, for all he could think of at the moment was God being quite 13

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amused at placing him within such a family. “And you, Andre? Are you prepared for the challenge?” Louis snickered. Andre refused to even look at the insolent man. “Yes, madame. I am prepared to do whatever it takes to free my Simone.” Chambray rose from her chair. “Then it is settled. Tonight a challenge shall take place in the great hall.” She headed toward the door. Louis ran after his mother. “Tonight? But Mamma that is such short notice.” “If you are not up to it, then Andre may have Simone free and clear at this very moment.” Louis shook his head. “No,” he said. “I’ll be there. Tonight shall be fine.” Madame Chambray left the room, slamming the door behind her with a good pull to its glass knob. Andre rose from his chair. He crossed the room only to stop at Louis’ side. “You could have let this be settled here and now.” “And see you win? I don’t think so.” He stepped up and leaned into Louis’ face. “I will win Simone tonight. Even if it means I have to resort to unethical means.” “Unethical?” “Murder carries a high penalty.” Andre stared at his half-brother. Simone had nothing in her favor and there was nothing he could do at the moment to change the rules of the Society. He thought about secretly taking Simone away from here, but where? With most of the royal court bound to Madame Chambray’s secret ledgers, no one would go against the woman or her precious Louis. Andre had one card to play and that was toying with his brother’s mind. “She was a peasant,” said Louis. “No one even knew she existed.” “Simone isn’t a peasant. She never was.” A puzzled look crossed Louis’ face. “What do you mean?” 14

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“Does the name Drouselle mean anything to you?” “As in the Marquis de Larngres?” “Oui,” said Andre. “The young woman with whom you coupled wasn’t a peasant at all.” “But why was she with such a family when I came across them on my way home that night?” “The marquis had several bastard children with various women. Two of those children, both sisters, were kidnapped shortly after the second girl’s birth. The marquis spent the rest of his life searching for them. He died a broken man.” “How do you know this?” “By spending endless hours trying to find the truth of Simone’s heritage. I might not have the powers of the Chambray ledgers, but I do have the power of the Leon name. And for the right cause, I have no problem with using that power.” Louis reached for Andre’s vest. “Tell no one of this. If you do, your precious Simone will have a very hard time of it tonight.” “Do not threaten me, brother.” “That wasn’t a threat…it was a promise.” Louis let go of Andre’s vest. “It matters not whom Simone loves, for the rules of the challenge are very clear. Only one of us will win tonight—the one who brings her to orgasm first.” Louis turned away and headed toward the door. His cocky stride annoyed Andre. “I intend to win your little whore once and for all, brother. Stay out of my way and it will be pleasurable for her. Interfere in my private business and I’ll see to it Simone pays for your actions.” Louis slammed the door behind him. Andre swore a vile oath. He hated the Society with all his heart. One day, he vowed to himself, he’d find a way to see this place destroyed and its history forgotten for all time, even if it meant making a pact with the devil himself. 15

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Someone knocked on the door. Simone jumped with a start. She wasn’t expecting visitors this time of day…her maid had already seen to the bath water and she’d already taken her afternoon walk in the gardens. She approached the door with caution. “Mademoiselle Simone?” “Yes?” Simone paused. She fisted her hands and pounded the air, chiding herself for not remembering to speak in French. “Oui?” “ ’Tis Marie, Andre’s sister.” The voice on the other side of the wood barrier sounded sweet and sincere. Simone opened the door. In the hallway stood a petite brunette with long, flowing curls and chestnut eyes. She held a small glass jar in her palm. “May I come in?” “Of course.” Simone moved away from the threshold, allowing Marie entry into the bedchamber. “I’m here to help you prepare for the challenge tonight.” 16

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“Tonight?” The thought of taking part in such an act made Simone nervous. She didn’t like the idea of having to face Andre’s brother. “Andre never said anything about the challenge taking place so quickly.” “No,” said Marie, shaking her head. “He wouldn’t have been able to tell you. Once the challenge is set, a Grand Master must refrain from meeting with his slave until the event begins.” “I’m not sure about this,” said Simone. “Can I refuse a challenge?” Marie gave her a puzzled stare. “Why would you want to refuse? A challenge is the only way you can earn your freedom.” If she really were the Simone Andre thought her to be, she would have jumped at the offer. But considering she came from a different time and Madame Chambray’s world existed only in a world of dreams, Simone started to lose her earlier eagerness to take part in the act. Marie set the jar she carried in her palm on the dresser. A length of frayed, dirty rope also fell from her hand. Simone stared at the coarse item. “I’m afraid it’s all I could find left of your belongings,” said Marie, her gaze following Simone’s to the rope. “There was nothing else in the trunk.” “Trunk?” “Yes. The one you came with when Louis brought you to the Society.” “What does this trunk look like? I…I can’t remember it.” Marie raised an eyebrow. “You have been through so much, no wonder you don’t remember anything of that night. I had heard rumors, but I had no idea how much you’ve forgotten.” She reached for Simone’s hand, offering a comforting gesture. “The trunk is black, leather covered, and I suppose at one time bore a crest or design near the lock. I say suppose only because it looks as if someone put much effort into scratching away the insignia. Other than that, the trunk bears 17

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no unusual marks.” So, thought Simone, the trunk in my father’s auction house belonged to seventeenth-century Andre’s slave. The idea that her father had gone to such great lengths to conceal the item grew increasingly interesting to Simone. She now wanted to know, more than ever, the identity of the anonymous marquis who first brought the magical silk garters to Driscoll’s. A cold touch burned her skin. Simone turned around and found Marie rubbing an oily salve onto her shoulder. “What are you doing?” “You should remove your gown entirely. I will need to prepare your whole body in the same manner.” “Prepare my body?” “You need to be perfumed for the challenge.” Simone took in a deep breath and the exotic, heavy scent of rich spices reached her nose. Visions of the island plantation came back to her. She undid the small ribbons securing the front of her gown, allowing the garment to fall to the floor and pool at her feet. Marie dipped her fingers back into the glass jar, scooping out a considerably larger mound of salve than she did the first time around. She rubbed her palms together, warming the cold ointment, and then slowly spread the fragrant salve over Simone’s body, working her hands in small circles. The oily perfume made Marie’s hands slick and slippery. Her fingers teased Simone’s nipples. “You have beautiful breasts,” she commented. “I can see why my brother favors you.” Simone took a step back. Marie reached out and held her steady. “Don’t pull away. I do not favor women over men…it is just the way of the Society. If Andre had fully immersed you in Madame Chambray’s world, you would’ve experienced many pleasures that now seem unnatural or odd to you.” With each passing moment, the thought of the challenge 18

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increasingly grew more nerve-wracking to Simone. It was one thing to read about Madame Chambray’s illicit sex world, another thing entirely to take part in it, experience it. She no longer knew what to do. Marie knelt and moved the jar of ointment from the dresser to the floor. She worked her hands along Simone’s legs in an up and down sweeping motion. The heated sensation sent tingles rippling through Simone’s body. Marie rose from the floor, bringing her hands up with her body, stopping at the apex of Simone’s thighs. Her fingers worked in a methodical manner, flurrying about like a butterfly, leaving no part of Simone’s body untouched by the fragrant perfume. The rubbing of Marie’s fingers against her swelling nether lips and clit caused Simone to gasp. She sucked in a deep breath, her soul shocked, yet enticed. Marie withdrew her hand in a feverish manner. Simone closed her eyes and bit down upon her bottom lip. “It is good for you,” said Marie. “I have prepared you well for my brothers, thus making things easier for you.” She reached for the rope sitting on the dresser top. “Give me your hands.” Simone opened her eyes and froze. “You mean to bind me?” Marie nodded her head. “You must go before the council as you were brought to the Society the first time.” “I…I was bound?” “Yes. Your hands were tied by this very rope.” Her lips quivered. Her skin grew cold. Simone shivered, more with fear than with cold. She needed to tell Marie this wasn’t going to work. That she came from the future and wasn’t the Simone whom Andre believed her to be. She needed to wake from her world of sleep. “I’m not who you think I am.” “Of course not,” said Marie. “We never are who other’s think we are.” “No, you don’t understand. Do I not look different to you? Different 19

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from the Simone who came here last year?” Marie offered an intent look. “I only saw you for a fleeting moment that night, and considering how my brother has kept you locked away here in his private apartments, safe from the other members of the Society, I really can’t say if you’ve changed or not. I suppose we all do change a bit with each passing year.” Marie tilted her head to the side to face the mirror in the corner of the room. The woman had no idea what Simone was talking about. She needed to end this charade here and now. Marie turned back to her. She reached for Simone’s wrists and wrapped the rope several times around. “My garters. Please bring me my garters.” Simone had to get out of here before it was too late. But she needed the garters to return to her own time. “Were they a gift from Andre?” “Yes. He gave them to me when I first came here.” “Then I’m sorry to say I cannot permit you to wear them for tonight’s occasion. You must wear only the garments you came here with.” “Surely I was not naked.” Marie raised a hand to her chin and tapped her plump, bottom lip with the pad of her forefinger. “You did wear a shift,” she said, “but I couldn’t find it in the trunk.” “I can’t go through with this.” “There really isn’t anything to be frightened of. With five brothers and two sisters, overseeing the various levels of masters and mistresses at Chambray’s, challenges are a common occurrence.” “There are nine of you?” “Oui,” said Marie. “Eight Chambrays, and Andre. As the marquis’ bastards, we were not given his name. Andre is my father’s only legitimate heir.” The rope grew tighter around Simone’s wrists as Marie knotted the 20

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thick, fraying fabric. “Do not worry yourself with concern for tonight. You are not the first slave to be freed in this manner.” Simone wondered what would happen to her if she were won by Louis, and not by Andre. Or worse. What if, after tonight, she was never allowed to return to Andre’s apartments to retrieve her magical garters? The thought of remaining in seventeenth-century France after having toyed with history didn’t sit well with Simone at all. “What happens to a slave once he or she is freed?” Marie studied the ropes at Simone’s wrists and nodded as if silently approving her own workmanship. She stepped back and leaned against the dresser. “They are usually married off to the master or mistress who freed them.” “Are they confined to private apartments in their new homes?” “No,” laughed Marie. “They are introduced into polite Society and move in the best circles.” “But how?” Simone didn’t understand how a sex slave could be easily accepted by so-called proper Society. “Madame Chambray’s slaves are envied by both aristocrat and peasant alike. The rich envy their lustful skills and the poor pray for their pampered lives.” “Do they not have a bad name in polite Society? Won’t people know they were once sex slaves?” Marie nodded her head. “Well, of course people know. After being freed, each slave must wear a deep purple ribbon embroidered with a gold serpent in the form of an S. But masters and mistresses of the Society don the same ribbons, so one is always left to guess whether or not the wearer is a skilled student or fortunate owner. From reading Madame Chambray’s ledgers, Simone recalled the numerous entries detailing the costs of silk purple ribbons, embroidered with gold snakes representing the French word Societé, as in the Society. “But surely a person of good standing, from polite Society, 21

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would never be a slave.” “Of course they could,” Marie said. “Being a slave here doesn’t always pertain to one’s station in life. True, the Society or its members own most slaves. But there are those who come here willingly, wanting to be dominated by another. Those members are slaves in a sexual sense only. However, the ribbons do not differentiate. All free members of the Society wear them.” “It is time we go now,” said Marie. “Now? Like this?” Simone didn’t like the idea of leaving her private domain to be paraded around the maison naked and bound. “You will have no need for clothes.” Simone refused to move from where she stood. “Please,” she said. “All I ask is to be allowed to wear my garters, nothing more.” “I can’t break the rules.” No, thought Simone, of course Marie wouldn’t break the rules. The woman was part of the Society, trained to do whatever it was she was told. Simone wondered if a grand mistress could have a master. She wondered if anyone owned Marie, despite the woman’s free birth, because she’d been born on the wrong side of the blanket. If only Andre’s sister knew of the rules Simone was now breaking, the woman might have a different attitude toward those damn garters. The whole idea of the challenge made her uneasy. The only thing Simone was sure of at present was the price she would eventually pay for her sinful actions. And changing history, knew Simone, carried a greater repercussion than breaking any rule man-made.

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Two tiers of masked mistresses and masters sat along the side walls of the great hall. Each of them was decked out in the finest jewels Simone had ever seen. Emeralds, diamonds, pearls, sapphires and rubies… the room sparkled like a rainbow in the soft candlelight reflecting off the faceted gems. Were it not for the fact each member of the Society sat stark naked, so much wealth in one room would have appeared almost obscene, thought Simone. Yet, obscene didn’t even begin to describe the world she had fallen into. Marie left her at the entrance to the great room, handing her over to a Chambray servant. The naked but masked woman led Simone by the rope tied around her wrists and paraded her up and down the center aisle in front of the Society’s elite members. The masked men and women ogled and awed, their soft whispers reaching Simone’s ears with ease. She studied the room. The acoustics seemed to have been made ideally for such an occasion, capable of 23

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carrying even the softest of moans for all to hear. She felt her cheeks flush. Andre was nowhere in sight. Simone didn’t like being left alone, vulnerable. The servant returned her to the entryway and tied the dangling end of the rope to a freestanding pole. Madame Chambray made her way into the great hall. Naked like her subjects, the petite woman wore only a feather and jewel bedecked mask. In her right hand, she carried a diamond-topped scepter. She raked Simone’s body with a once-over glance starting at the top of her head and ending at her bare feet. Simone never felt so exposed in all her life. The woman had eyes of steel that gave the cold sense of bearing no emotion whatsoever. Simone shuddered to think what Louis and the others must have suffered at the woman’s upbringing. “I hope you entertain us well this night, my petite slave,” said Chambray, running the rounded edge of the scepter over Simone’s bare flesh. “For I have invested heavily in tonight’s festivities and having no tolerance for poor performance, I seldom allow a slave to escape my wrath should she not satisfy my desire. I hate to be disappointed.” Simone took a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling slowly. She reminded herself the entire event was nothing more than a dream and to escape, she only had to don her magical garters. The dream would then end. Or so she hoped. Madame Chambray took her leave and made her way across the room to the far end of the great hall. The masked mistresses and masters rose to their feet, bowing in the presence of their leader. Madame Chambray walked amid her subjects’ humble tribute, appearing to soak up all that was offered her. At the head of the room sat a large gold-and-scarlet throne, propped up in the center of a scarlet, curtain-draped platform. The queen of seventeenth century sex made 24

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her way on to the regal stage. Simone watched in silence as the grand mistress of the Society took her seat like a ruling monarch overseeing a realm of dutiful subjects. Simone still searched for Andre and still he failed to appear. She had no idea what could be keeping him. Surely the man knew what she was going through, and how vulnerable she felt being so exposed like this. Simone prayed Andre would come for her soon. A short, naked man dressed only in a jester’s hat made his entrance into the chamber. He carried two hourglasses, one in each hand. The first of the timers was a large one, noted Simone, and it had white sand inside. The second, a smaller one, contained red sand. She eyed the man as he made his way to the head of the room and placed the two hourglasses atop an alabaster pedestal. He then sat in a high-legged chair behind the make shift podium. Madame Chambray thumped her floor-length scepter against the edge of the platform, apparently prompting the challenge to begin. Two men entered the great hall from behind the throne area. On the instant, Simone recognized one of them as Andre, despite his face being masked. The man’s bronzed, muscled body reminded her of a perfectly sculpted work of art, and a treasure she could never forget. The second man was nearly as perfect. This must be Louis. Save for the color of hair, there was little physical difference between the two brothers. Madame Chambray rose from her throne. “Bring the slave to her proper place.” The masked servant returned and escorted Simone to the bottom of the platform. “Display her,” ordered Chambray. At the madame’s prompting, a small flood of servants entered the great hall. In front of them they pushed a sizeable black box, much like a stage on wheels, impaled with four ribboned poles jutting up from 25

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opposite sides. The masked servant helped Simone onto the stage. Her hands and legs were steadied on small, velvet-covered ledges and shackled to the standing poles Cold air assaulted both the front and back of Simone’s exposed, naked body. Goosebumps dotted her flesh. Simone didn’t like being hoisted into the air, and then tied with her hands and legs spread eagled, her body dangling from the poles. But at present, she had little choice in the matter. Madame Chambray returned to her chair. “Grand Master Louis has made a request and I have decided to oblige him.” “And what request is that, Madame? I was not aware of any requests made by my opponent.” Even from behind a black facemask, Simone could see the anger in Andre’s eyes. He shot Louis a deadly glare. “Grand Master Louis has asked he, and, of course, you be allowed the use of simple items made to tease the slave’s body, encouraging the woman to respond in a more eager manner.” “I don’t see how that would be fair, Madame.” “We are not here to decide what is fair and what is not,” responded Chambray. “If I were you, I would refrain from protest and put the requested items to good use.” “No,” said Andre. “I have no desire or need for such toys.” The venom in his voice alarmed even Simone. “I am confidant in my own abilities.” The crowd let out a low gasp. Muffled whispers carried through the air. Madame Chambray didn’t look the least bit pleased. She raised a hand to the chatty audience, silencing her subjects on the instant. “You will put the items to good use or forfeit your right to the slave.” The hard look upon Andre’s face grew sterner, yet he remained silent. His nostrils flared, a tic at his chin twitched. 26

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Louis smirked, apparently satisfied at his brother’s displeasure. Simone’s dislike for the man grew more intense. “Let the festivities now begin,” said Chambray. “Each challenger will have equal time at raising the stakes. The first man to force our slave to come will be granted the right to free the woman and flaunt her in polite Society. The loser will publicly acknowledge his failure by donning a frayed white ribbon representing his dwindling ability to please. The loser shall wear his ribbon for no less than one year.” With such high stakes for Andre as well, Simone realized what extent the man had gone to, to try and free her. But in all the years she’d spent reading Madame Chambray’s diaries, she never recalled anything about Society members who lost their challenges. The lack of information about a seemingly important act puzzled Simone. Mayhap she had already changed history by simply wearing the magical garters. “Grand Master Andre will begin the challenge,” said Madame Chambray. “His opponent will go second.” Louis snickered at Andre. “Prime her well, brother. The more you try to please her, the easier it will be for me to finish the job.” Simone didn’t like the slimy tone of Louis’ voice or the sleazy attitude that accompanied it. Andre had to be the one to please her. The thought of spending the rest of her life trapped in time at Louis’ mercy frightened her. Madame Chambray nodded to the timekeeper, who then turned over the larger of the two hourglasses. Andre stepped up to the center stage and lowered his lips to Simone’s ear. “Have no fear, ma cheri. I will never allow him to take you from me.” The man’s words did little to ease Simone’s worries. A servant presented a silver tray laden with three objects—a black gauntlet, a pink ribbon coiled many times over, and a decorative pewter spoon. Andre mulled over the items, making the gauntlet his first choice. 27

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He removed the glove from the tray and slid his hand inside. Simone watched his every move. Her magical French lover inched his way closer to her, raising his glove-covered fingers to her face, tracing a line over her lips, then her chin and finally down her neck. The supple leather glided smoothly over Simone’s flesh, sending a heated tingle down her spine. She sucked in a deep breath. Andre lowered his lips to her mouth and trailed his fingers to her left breast. His tongue darted in a ravaging manner, leading a sinfully delicious tango within the walls of her mouth. Simone welcomed the deep kiss. She twisted her bound wrists, wanting desperately to be free of the shackles, her main desire to reach out and pull Andre even closer. He plucked at her nipple, prompting the bud to grow taut and hard. Simone let out a soft sigh. Against the glove’s worn grooves, her breast ached. The small leather ripples increased stimulation, slightly chafing her nipple. The heated sensation offered her a mix of both pleasure and pain, a craving Simone secretly desired. She arched her body forward, thrusting her breast against Andre’s palm. He kissed her even harder. Simone cried out a muffled moan. Andre wedged his knee between her legs. She pressed her swelling clit against his knee and gyrated as much as her restrictive bindings allowed. The mounting pressure in her pussy grew greater. Small twinges of pleasure shot through her nether regions. Andre’s hard cock brushed the top of her thigh. If only she could mount him, have him take her here and now, Simone knew she would come. Her breath grew ragged. Andre continued kissing her. The limits of her reserve dwindled. Her clit tingled, pushing her to the edge. 28

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Madame Chambray thumped her scepter against the floor once more. “The hourglass has emptied,” she said, her announcement prompting a sigh from the audience. Andre pulled away from Simone. He snapped the leather gauntlet from his hand and threw it to the ground. “Tsk, tsk, brother,” said Louis. “Don’t be a poor sport. If you’re nice to me, I might even agree to share the wench.” Andre aimed a right hook toward Louis’ chin, but a servant restrained him in the nick of time. “Devil be damned with you, brother. I will not have you take my Simone.” “Well, we’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?” Louis motioned for the tray of requested items to be brought to him. A servant approached, allowing Louis the chance to inspect the remaining choices. While the bastard hemmed and hawed, a masked woman stepped down from the audience and made her way to Simone’s side. She leaned in close, her lips brushing Simone’s ears. “Have no worries, mademoiselle.” Simone recognized the voice as that of Marie, Andre’s half-sister. “The small hourglass is your saving grace. It will allow you time to relieve some of the pleasurable tension Andre has caused your body.” “I will not survive having to spend the rest of my days at Louis’ mercy.” Marie bit her bottom lip then swallowed hard. “Try to relax is all the advice I can offer. You simply must not let Louis satisfy you. If the pressure builds to too great an extent, refrain from moving. For, at that point, even the slightest jar could cause your body to reach satisfaction.” Madame Chambray signaled the second round to begin. “I must leave now,” said Marie. “I will pray for you.” Andre’s sister stepped down from the stage in haste and returned to the audience. Louis presented himself in front of Simone and bowed. “My lady,” 29

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he said. “Allow me to gift you with my choice of requested items.” In his palm, he held out the pewter spoon. Tiny rosettes dotted the outside of the spoon’s surface. Simone wondered what Louis planned on doing with the object. The Grand Master curled his lips into a sly grin. “Does my choice please you?” She didn’t answer him. “You wound me, mademoiselle. I suppose I’ll have to prove myself first…a task I desire greatly.” He grasped the spoon with his fingers and bent to his knee. “I am a firm believer in getting to the point. I hate wasting time.” The touch of Louis’ fingers on her nether lips disturbed Simone. She didn’t want him touching her anywhere, let alone her private parts. A cool sensation stirred her clit. Louis spread her lips wide and fanned his breath over her mound. A dull thud pounded her clitoris. Simone tossed back her head, realizing Louis’ intent. He tapped her sensitive bud with the back of the spoon, the hard outline of rosettes stamping against her clit and labia. He drummed with a methodic consistency, hammering her exposed sex over and over until she felt herself grow warm with desire. “Your pink, little flower now blooms a bright red, my lady,” said Louis. He backed away, stopping his assault. Simone looked down, bending her neck to catch a glimpse of the top of Louis’ head. The blonde bastard ogled her pussy with great interest. He leaned forward and licked her. Simone thought she would die. The mounting pressure was already far more intense than it had been when Andre’s time ran out. She froze. She couldn’t let Louis win. She wouldn’t. “I think you need a firmer beating, mademoiselle,” said Louis. He returned to the use of the spoon and picked up right where he’d left off. Simone’s sanity slipped away. With every additional thump of the 30

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pewter utensil on her engorged clit, Simone came one step closer to blissful satisfaction. Control of her body no longer existed. The slow, yet definitely approaching spasms of orgasm tilted the challenge in Louis’ favor. Simone refused to cry out. She held her breath and prayed to God she could suppress her desire until the sand in the hourglass ran out. But Louis pursued her in a relentless manner, hammering her harder and harder, until the sound of the slapping spoon echoed throughout the great hall. Simone’s heart sank. Louis would win her…by her body’s own betrayal. She tossed back her head and gasped. Madame Chambray noted the end of the second round in her usual manner, banging her scepter to the floor. The loud thud was like music to Simone’s ears. A moment more, even a mere second, would have made her the property of Louis Chambray, Grand Master of the Society. She breathed a sigh of relief. When the hourglass designated to spare her some private time ran out, Simone knew Andre would win her. Her legendary lover returned to the stage and brought with him the final object meant to tease her—a long, silk ribbon. Andre fastened the length of fabric at the top of one pole, allowing the soft material to cascade down Simone’s bare back. He then reached for the hanging end of the ribbon and looped it between her thighs. “Are you ready to be free, ma cheri?” “Oui,” cried Simone. For a third time, the large hourglass flipped over. Andre pulled at the ribbon, wrapping it around his fingers. He gave an upward tug and then glided the fabric back and forth against Simone’s much-swollen clit. She knew she wouldn’t last long this time. The pulsing flow of 31

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blood engorged her mound, pushing her closer to the edge. Andre tugged the ribbon a second time. Simone cried out. Waves of pleasure rippled through her pussy, forcing her body to quiver. She tossed back her head and reveled in the wondrous sensations. She was free now, free to live the rest of her dreams with the legendary Andre.

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Simone toyed with the silk garters tied about her thighs. The thought of returning to her own time wasn’t as pleasing as it had been when she was at Louis’ mercy. She didn’t want to leave Andre in the past. The door leading to the connecting bedchamber opened. Andre entered her room and headed straight for the bed. He wore nothing but a purple ribbon in his long hair, tied in a queue at the nape of his neck. “I trust you have rested well?” “Oui,” said Simone. Andre handed her a small package. She untied the string and unfolded the thin paper. A set of twelve purple ribbons fell out. Simone looked up at Andre, his lips bearing a half smile. “They are exactly as mine. Chambray’s signature purple with the gold serpent S.” The thought of being known to Society as a member of Madame 33

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Chambray’s world disturbed her. “Does something displease you?” “I don’t like the idea of announcing my past to the world.” Andre gave a slight laugh. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, Simone. Many envy us, including those of the royal court. One cannot simply ride up to the gates of Chateau Chambray and ask to join our secret, little club. We are an exclusive Society. Only those whom we choose to allow here are welcomed to join and stay, regardless if that soul is owned by other members or referred to by one of our own.” She didn’t answer him. It didn’t matter to her how the royal court viewed Madame Chambray’s Society. She’d been exposed in a most vulnerable way in front of some people she would one day meet again. “There are many who know of our Society who were not present in the great hall,” said Andre. “And then there are those who don’t know the truth about our Society, those who believe us to be anything and everything from royal spies to pious saints. These are souls who will know nothing of your true past. With me at your side, you are presented as an equal. You are now a Grand Mistress of Madame Chambray’s, sharing in my ownership of this business. “No one will know where I found you or how you were freed. And those who did witness the challenge will respect you highly, for they only wished they were you at that moment.” She prayed Andre’s words were true. But she didn’t have much time left to find out. Simone had to return to her own time to her further investigations of the trunk at Driscoll’s. Andre sat down on the bed next to her. “The ribbons aren’t the only gift I have for you,” he said, presenting her with a second package. Simone opened the gift with care, noting the item’s heavier weight. Inside the folded paper sat a spoon, a purple ribbon gracing its handle. “I was well aware how much my brother’s actions pleased you. I thought you deserved your own spoon.” “I didn’t enjoy Louis.” 34

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“I am well aware of that fact, too. That is why this spoon is different.” Andre reached for the pewter utensil and turned it over. “Instead of rosettes, which are part of Louis’ crest, this one bears coiled serpents, part of the Leon crest.” She couldn’t help but blush. Andre wrapped his arm around her and brought her closer to him. His lips met hers. The man’s passionate kiss warmed Simone to the core. She reached out to hold him, but found nothing to grasp on to… * * * She woke with a start, the cold, night air freezing her room. Simone ventured from bed to balcony and shut the glass doors. She wondered how long she’d been asleep; how long she’d been in Andre’s world. A loud thud echoed from the hall outside her bedroom. “Simone? Are you here?” Andrew. She reached for her robe at the foot of the bed and drew the garment over her body, fastening the satin belt into a loose knot. The bedroom door opened. “Simone?” The lights flashed on. “I was just heading out to greet you. I was asleep, but heard the door.” “I didn’t mean to wake you. I thought you’d still be up at this early hour.” Simone glanced at the clock, the digital numbers read seven-thirty four p.m. “I…I had a headache and decided on a nap.” Andrew shrugged then removed his suit jacket and tie, tossing the garments over a chair. “How was your trip?” asked Simone. “The usual. I made several great finds and a few good contacts. Driscoll’s should have a highly profitable quarter.” 35

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“Then I suppose it was a successful business trip.” Andrew turned away from her. He picked up his suit jacket and rummaged through the pockets. Simone didn’t think he’d heard her or, if he did, he didn’t really care about what she had to say. “I brought you a gift, Simi,” said Andrew. He hadn’t called her by his pet name for her in…well…if truth were told, Simone couldn’t remember the last time Andrew called her Simi. He handed her a long, thin box tied with a purple ribbon. The sight of the gold serpent embroidered on the antique silk made Simone shiver. She removed the box lid and froze. Inside sat the same spoon her legendary Andre had given her back in seventeenth-century France. Simone’s gaze drifted from the antique spoon to Andrew. “Where did you find this?” “In a shop in Paris,” said Andrew. “I believe it to be part of that Chambray collection you’ve been dealing with.” “I thought you objected to Driscoll’s selling explicit items.” “I do,” said Andrew, lowering himself on to the edge of the bed. “I didn’t buy it for you to sell.” She didn’t understand. Andrew unbuttoned his shirt and fell back on the bed. “I bought it as a gift for you…for your private collection. I know how infatuated you are with those damn garters. Besides, I’ve been reading Madame Chambray’s books and ledgers lately…very interesting.” He raised an eyebrow in question. “Care to show me what you’ve learned from the diaries?” “I thought only antiques piqued your interest.” “I sense you’re an old soul, Simi. And since antiquities is my business…” She joined Andrew on the bed and undid her robe. Wonders never ceased. Mayhap changing history was for the better. And if it wasn’t, she was sure she’d learn soon enough… 36

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