“Pierre! Pierre are you in your room?” John hollered as he moved through the flat.

I heard him come down the hall and then the twist of the knob. I could only imagine his expression when he found Marguerite and I coiled together on the bed.

“Good afternoon, John,” Marguerite remarked with an audible smirk to her voice.

“Madam, I don’t suppose we have been formally introduced.”

“I suppose not.” I felt her lean in closer to me, her breath on my neck. “I’ll be back later. What time does he leave?” she whispered in my ear.

“6:00”

Her soft lips grazed my cheek as she lifted herself off the bed and I heard her feet gently pad down the hall and out the door.

“Well?” John said huffily. “Seems like we had quite the morning.”

“Indeed we did, John. Now what did you bring me to play today?”