Chapter 14

• Doris licked her lips as she read the racy narration. If this book was as good as its two predecessors, she was in for another night of her life. She turned the page and took a deep breath.
• ‘He said he was a Prince of some exotic country in Eastern Europe, and it was his eighteenth birthday. A day when he becomes a man, and that this was his birthday present from his uncle, the king. I believed every word he said, and he sure looked the part. The private villa, the cars, the servants, the extravagance, and best of all, him, it all added up, and I was a girl who was prone to finding myself in such situations. And I have nothing to complain about.
• ‘We headed for his private bedroom after a few drinks at the private bar by the private pool where we had danced to hauntingly slow music played by a very private band. Once inside his bedroom, he grabbed a hold of me, and his inexperienced exploring hands were all over me. But he was gentle and his touch was quite tentative… and I had to believe that I was the first ever woman he was experiencing. He was quite shy and said very few words, if at all. The young man was cautious and didn’t seem to want to cause me offense. I found that laughable but I did admire his well-mannered restraint.