Millie sat upon the top of the ladder in the library reading the latest romance by Arthur Bassingdon-Smythe.
She was looking at the words, but she was really completely absorbed in her own fantasy; a dream-world in which she was running across the croquet lawn to be embraced in her beau’s strong arms, her sweet delicate perfume blending with his musk as she pressed her cheek against his shoulder.
Oh how her heart ached for that moment when their bodies and souls would become one – she tingled at the thought – afterwards they would lay next to each other, her head and arm on his chest, and they would exchange whispered desires and vow never to be apart.
Soon she would go to the book signing and the soiree with Uncle Gerald and Aunt Victoria; Arthur would be there, waiting just for her.
Millie would stun him with her beauty and charm, they would have drinks and dance…then he would take her to his bedchamber and ravish her…then she would kill him and herself so that they would be together in paradise forever.