The bridal suite door clicks shut. Silk curtains frame French doors to a private terrace. King-size bed dominates, sheets crisp Egyptian cotton, pillows plump. Balneo tub gleams in marble bathroom,…
The BART train spits me out onto the platform. Heart pounding, I spot Michel. Tall, sharp-suited, eyes devouring me. We collide in a crush of arms and lips. Taxi to…
The doorbell chimed at eight sharp in my lavish Montmartre apartment. Nestled high on the Butte, it overlooked Paris's twinkling sprawl, walls paneled in polished mahogany, Persian rugs sinking underfoot…
She slides into the back of my custom limo, the supple cream leather sighing under her. Véronique. Exhausted beauty, shadows under eyes like a mater dolorosa. Usual chic urbanite vibe…
Friday evening. Officially, girls' night out. Two hours from my hearth. I park on the familiar gravel lot. Full moon glows. I breathe deep, crisp air. Nerves always twitch at…
The family estate's fireside salon hummed with anticipation. Champagne chilled in crystal flutes, bubbles dancing like forbidden promises. The massive sheepskin rug sprawled before the roaring hearth, flames licking logs…
August heat shimmered over the Saône's private bend. Our exclusive guinguette enclave, hidden for the elite, buzzed with promise. Michel and I arrived at eleven, wheeling bespoke touring bikes laden…
Sun blazed at 25°C over Marrakech. We rose late, bodies humming from last night's libertine fire. Robert called at ten. 'Pass me your stunning wife.' He gave her dress code:…
Our secluded villa perched above the village gleamed under moonlight. Leather armchairs whispered luxury. Crystal glasses chilled vintage champagne, bubbles sharp on the tongue. Father Pierre arrived, his motorcycle purring…
It was the eighties, no cell phones yet. Detail matters. I enter our penthouse early, a big client bailed last minute. Rare luxury. Marble floors gleam under crystal chandeliers. City…