The Frenchman: Dinner and Dungeon

The next time I saw the Frenchman he was holed up in luxury at Blakes. He'd thoughtfully and firmly requested I join him for two days...

The next time I saw the Frenchman he was holed up in luxury at Blakes. He'd thoughtfully and firmly requested I join him for two days. The morning of his arrival from Paris I was standing at my lingerie drawer, wondering what vibe I wanted to convey. Pink would be wrong. He had already found my inner slut. I couldn't go backwards so I opted for expensiv…