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silver cake slicer. On its handle was a bunch of lilies of the valley tied with narrow white satin and lace ribbons in pretty bows with long streamers. Their guests gave a seated ovation, Adam handed the dessert plate with the first slice of the cake to Mirella and put his arm around her shoulder. He picked up his dessert fork, cut into the mousse and fed it to her.
    It was delectable. The rich chocolate mousse, with its tang of orange and Cointreau, covered with thick white whipped cream, was as light as air. The sensuous texture filled Mirella’s mouth, its succulent flavors teasing her taste buds before it dissolved in her tongue, and she felt the crunch of a sugar-icing lily of the valley blossom.
    Sheer ambrosia, yet again, Mirella thought. It was a sweet conjured by the angels, a wedding cake like no other. She took up the fork from the plate, sliced into the delicacy, and fed it to Adam. “Perfection,” was all he said.
    Without a moment’s hesitation, Mirella and Adam turned and presented their slice of wedding confection to Rashid, who had been sitting on Mirella’s right. He stood up, clasped Adam’s hand, hugged him affectionately, and kissed Mirella as she handed it to him. The couple watched him convey some of the cake-pudding to his mouth, and saw in his eyes the delight the rich chocolate afforded him, satisfying even his notorious craving for sweets, most especially chocolate. And they saw him savor the gesture of sharing their slice of wedding cake with him.
    At that moment, without any manipulation or calculation on anyone’s part, their instinctual beings came to the fore, and a pattern, along with an unspoken set of rules were laid down for this extraordinary love triangle, without their fully knowing it.
    Without ever discussing their situation, they would treat one another with discretion, friendship, caring, mutual respect. This and much more was tacitly established as the three shared the symbolic first slice of wedding cake. Each scarcely sensed the pact thus silently, solemnly ratified.
    Mirella and Adam stepped away from their places at thetable. Two waiters trailed them, serving the cake Mirella and Adam had just cut to guests close on either side of the sublime confection. The couple moved to the next cake and cut it, talking and laughing with their guests, then kissing before moving on.
    The erotic tension between Mirella and Adam was building as they progressed around the room. And now, they had cut the last of the wedding cakes and had kissed, and Mirella could think only of being naked and in his arms, of his marking every inch of her with his tongue; of his filling her again and again with his rich copious seed. She felt her face go very warm, and was embarrassed for the rush of ecstasy she was unable to hold back. Adam laughed.
    “Mirella Corey,” he whispered in her ear, “you are a lewd, carnal woman.” And he kissed her, this time on the side of her ear, and bit it very hard. She cringed from the pain and, flushing even more, whispered back, “So what?”
    “So, thank God for that. Upstairs, our suite, four o’clock, and don’t be late. I’ll be there waiting.” He took her hand and they started to return to their original places.
    What joy, what bliss, she thought, but forced her voice to sound casual as she quipped, “It’s a date.”
    They stopped so that Adam could exchange a few words with her father, Maxim. Mirella looked away from the men and across the room; her idle glance jolted to an abrupt halt at the entranceway on the far end of the dining room. There she was, leaning against the doorjamb, casting an observant eye at the banquet and at Adam in particular. She was tall, deeply tanned, and had a handsome face with perfect bone structure. She wore no makeup, and her long, messy chestnut-colored hair looked mightily attractive, though dirty. She wore an old, stained Burberry raincoat that seemed to have had a long-time acquaintance with mud. She held the