6
PARKER
Closing the door behind me, I turned the lock and faced our skittish bride.
“When we are in the bedroom, the first task for you is to strip. Tonight, you get a reprieve.”
When Mary’s eyes widened, and then her mouth opened to respond, I raised my hand to keep her quiet.
“You are not yet ready and more important, we want to undress you ourselves.”
“That’s right. You’re like a Christmas present in August,” Sully said, circling Mary as if she were prey. It was only a matter of time before he ate her up. “I’m looking forward to finding out what’s underneath the wrapping.”
The room was appointed with a large four-poster bed, quite elaborate for a brothel. There was a plush chair in the corner with a velvet-topped ottoman before it. The one window had brocade curtains, but the gl
