Proserpina

'Having a good time, eh?' growled Lucien and I sat up, suddenly bolting upright as though I had been zapped by a Taser. My husband had been drinking but his face was cold, eyes sharp as they took in my flushed face. They slid over my body and I shivered.

How could I ever get over this man? He was like a dr*g.

Schwartz however, was unmoved. Swiveling, he stood up easily, hands in his pockets, mirroring Lucien's stance on the grass and smiled lazily. He seemed to ...