"Yes and I've just told you what an ordeal it is!" Lauren clapped back. "If I'm stuck serving a pathetic old man for the foreseeable future, I may as well get a little satisfaction where I can. If you're happy to endure a miserable marriage, day after day, that's your business! But I want some pleasure in my life."
Celia couldn't really refute that argument.
"Besides," Lauren purred contentedly. "Your ambassador looks the type to know exactly how to handle a woman in his hands."
He is, Celia thought. He'd know how to make you scream his name. He's mine, though. Despite the fact I've pushed him away and tried to ignore my heart's call. He's mine and you can't have him.
"It's settled then, my old friend." she heard Lauren announce with satisfaction. "I'm going to get myself into that fine man's bed and you shall help me."
