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Olivia Rey, the self-titled Duchess of Desire, lay in her bed, pleased with herself. The day before she had cleared $5,000 dollars, and with the generous deal she had worked out with her manager, she pocketed $3,000 of that. She used the money to celebrate, treat herself in ways her clients, lovely as they could be, never did. And best of all, she had a full night's sleep in her own bed, with permission to sleep in as long as she liked.
She was still slumbering in her silk sheets, nude underneath because it was just too warm for anything else, classical music still playing softly on the satellite radio on her bedside table.
It was good to be the duchess.
She was still slumbering in her silk sheets, nude underneath because it was just too warm for anything else, classical music still playing softly on the satellite radio on her bedside table.
It was good to be the duchess.