The Nespresso hissed its last in our penthouse kitchen, high above Paris's twinkling skyline. November chill pressed against floor-to-ceiling windows, but inside, warmth reigned. Silk sheets from Egyptian cotton cradled…
Last week, we escaped to a discreet pension in the Haute-Alpes. Private suites perched at piste's edge. Velvet cushions, crackling fireplace downstairs. Sheer exclusivity. Me, Catie, 42, runner's lithe body.…
The rain stopped. I flung open the door to our private beach villa suite, 1980s Côte d'Azur opulence dripping from every teak beam. Crystal chandeliers swayed. 'Beach time, girls? Ice…
Nation square pulses at 6 PM. Dalou's statue towers, her marble ass gleaming under fading light. Generous curves mock the protesters. I feel them too—ripe, desired. Pierre hunches over his…
The elevator whispered to the penthouse summit, city lights sprawling below like a conquered empire. I stepped into his domain—plush leather sofas gleaming under dimmed crystal chandeliers, floor-to-ceiling glass walls…
The private jet touches down at Dorval under a blanket of January snow. Montreal sparkles like a diamond in ice. A sleek black limo waits, leather seats warm against the…
That Thursday evening, I lounged on my king-sized bed in our Nantes penthouse. Silk sheets whispered against my skin. City lights twinkled beyond floor-to-ceiling windows. Tomorrow's light schedule freed my…
The private elevator whispered to the penthouse summit. Floor-to-ceiling glass framed Nice's glittering bay, Mediterranean waves crashing far below. Adam's domain: black marble floors, leather armchairs soft as sin. Vintage…
Nine a.m. I eye myself in the private elevator's flawless crystal mirror, rising to the penthouse VIP wing. My nurse's blouse, crisp white silk too short, hugs my skin. Thin…
Shank. Wake up. Pounds on the cell door jolt me. Petitbœuf's voice, gravelly. I rub my eyes. Four-sixteen a.m. TV blares in the squad room. News flash. Clones rutting everywhere.…