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While they chatted about fabrics and fashion, both of them realised that this was not the sole purpose of her visit, and that what they said to each other about texture and pattern and softness had secondary meanings to do with hair and skin, beauty and availability, desire and attraction.

For Etta this was a new way to conduct a flirtation, and as she watched his strong, elegant hands fondle the materials she could almost feel the effect upon herself—warm and sensuous, silky smooth.

‘I should return home,’ she said, lifting a handful of sheer silk to her face. She could almost taste its beauty.

He was close—perhaps too close for a new acquaintance. Turning, she found that he too was holding the same silk behind her head, easing her towards his lips while swathing her in its warm luxury.

‘This is what you should wear,’ he whispered, bending his head to hers.

‘But it’s transparent.’

‘Yes. As I said, it’s what you should wear. But only for me.’

It was dangerous talk.