It was large, warm, lined withmirrors and soft lighting, empty except for a red leather sofa in themiddle of the room. She sat down and looked at me,... waiting. 'You know what I want you to do.' I felt breathless as I removed my suit jacket and trousers. I felt sovulnerable in that place in my shirt sleeves, satin knickers and thestockings and suspenders she had bought me. I was trembling.'Relax sweetie,' she said calmly, 'this is what you want.'I unbuttoned my shirt and lay it on the sofa. . Our mouths continued exploring each other’s faces and lips. I couldn’t believe how soft Marsha felt under my lips and fingers and I found my hands wandering over her body. I slowly caressed Marsha’s neck, my fingertips tracing her body down to her breasts.I felt Marsha’s breathing increase as I began to caress her nipples thru her clothing, feeling them harden even more under my touch. I gazed in her eyes as my fingers slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, baring her magnificent cocoa skin to. Rebecca Allen seemed intent on doing nothing.But now things were looking more interesting. The Swordmaster was here and her boyfriend was in training.The furthest thing from The Chameleon’s mind had been taking on an apprentice. But, the best laid plans...God, he was tired now. He kicked his motorcycle to life and instantly regretted having spent the night more than a step away from his bed. But hell, she was sweet and the hour and a half had been kind of fun.The cold blast of March air in his. I laughed. ‘Anything but, as of right now…’ Then I shook my head. ‘I don’t understand how this happened. I’ve checked my rope a thousand times, making sure it didn’t need to be replaced. My brother and I are safe climbers…’ He nodded, stroking my cheek. There was something behind his dark eyes besides his concern for me. Protectiveness? I couldn’t place it. ‘I’m just so thankful you’re alright, Grace… I don’t know what I’d do if…’ he trailed off. Seth leaned in and pressed his lips to mine once.