CHAPTER THREE

Madeleine doubted that she would ever get over her timorousness at a first appointment with a new patron. Perhaps in time, when, and if, one became seasoned, a certain callousing metamorphosis took place, but so far in her short career she'd noted no such mutation. In fact, at the moment, standing in the luxurious living-room of Julian Forrest's elegant suite before the appraising, lecherous eyes of the handsome Inspector, she sensed a tiny shiver begin at the calves of her legs to creep up over the satin-smooth flesh of her body and along her spine in an emotional blend of trepidation and sensual anticipation. The latter somatic reaction surprised her, but she couldn't seem to help herself; his imposing masculinity just seemed to set her off in a carnal manner she could never recall experiencing before.

"Ah, my pet, you're very punctual," he said, smiling and moving toward her with the suave charm and dash of a cavalier, "and even more lovely than I remember… if that's possible."

"You're too flattering, Inspector," she replied as he took her soft, long-fingered hand inside his large, strong one, while the other moved tantalizingly along the warm, smooth skin of her arm almost to her shoulder, his fingertips brushing beneath to tease at the velvety, erogenous flesh at the pit of her underarm. The erotic sensation took her completely by surprise and she made a little unintentional gasping sound.

Her reaction pleased as well as excited him and he drew her closer, slipping his arms around her slender waist. Madeleine looked up at him, her dark eyes unable to conceal her own arousal. He held her gently but firmly, until she felt her full, erect breasts flattening against his chest and then his hands were moving downward to encompass the round full orbs of her buttocks possessively.

"Let's dispense with the formalities, cherie," he whispered in English, his strong hands teasing and massaging the smoothness of her buttocks, ever drawing her closer into the solid strength of his loins.