Shadows cloak his home office. City hums outside. I drop the daily grind. Lawyer by day. Secret heroine by night. Husband’s offhand comment ignites it. Pigtails. Sexy. Costumes. Uniforms. My plan clicks. Tuesday drags. Pussy throbs. We fucked Sunday. Cuddled…
Hot sand bites my soles. Dunes loom like guardians. La Lede beach. Naturist haven near La Palmyre. No kids today. Damien and I drive early. Hearts race. Pulse quickens. We’ve tanned nude at home. My body’s killer curves. His eyes…
Mojacar hotel elevator. Cramped. Fifth floor stalled. August 2005 heat sticks my tank top to my skin. No bra. Nipples poke hard. Javier, the blond bellboy with freakish blue eyes, grips his phone, barking Spanish. Painter guy’s foot slides over…
City lights pulse outside the window. Nine PM. House quiet. Daughter asleep. Alexandra’s late. I’m on the couch, legs crossed, naked under silk robe. Patrick stands there, awkward. Tells me she won’t be back till midnight. I lock eyes. No…
Monday afternoon. Empty roads stretch through the countryside. I’m Anne, driving school boss. Curvy, auburn hair, green eyes. Usually smiling. Today? Fuming. Husband cheated. Vengeance burns hot. First student of the day pulls up. Young guy, nervous behind the wheel.…
The knock echoes through the castle. Vigorous. Hungry. My heart pounds. I open the heavy oak door. There he stands. Armand. Twenty-something stud. Dressed like a groom. Polished shoes. Crisp shirt. My rural king. Sun dips low. Red rays halo…
Steam clouds the mirror. I wage war on my body hair. Wax rips it clean. Tears sting, but I laugh. Genocide complete. Wax in my hair again. Whatever. Ella Fitzgerald blasts. I belt out tunes, hips swaying. Neighbors suffer, but…
City lights pulse outside my penthouse window. Daytime lawyer, fierce in court. Night? Secret Heroine awakens. Him, still sticky from his load, stumbles into my massive bathroom. Endless shower, huge sink. History soaked in these tiles. I shiver. Control calls.…
River’s edge. Ardèche valley. Morning mist clings like a lover’s breath. Three weeks in exile from Paris riots. Me, Claire, bourgeois runaway. Hiding at aunt Marthe’s farm. Days blur into horse rides with Michel, the blue-eyed stable boy. Orphan. Wild…
City pulses below. Skyscrapers pierce the night. I step out of the luxury car, heels clicking on wet pavement. Lawyer by day. Secret Heroine now. Mask cracks. Adrenaline surges like urban heartbeat. Dinner in hidden lounge. Dim lights. Fireplace flickers…