Bab 129: The fail-proof plan

How did I end up in this situation?

Oh, right. My evil, fail-proof plan.

It all started well, to be sincere. After dinner, I waited for Alexander to undress. When he was shirtless, I approached and suddenly hugged him. I leaned my cheek on his bare chest and decided that I couldn't let him cover it. That would have added to the work.

«Come here,» I whispered while pulling him to the bed by his right hand. «Help your wife undress...»

I let the scarf slip on the bed, unnoticed and harmless. I turned my back to Alexander and moved my braid on the shoulder.

Alexander undid some of the buttons, and I got rid of the dress. It fell on the floor, just off yet already forgotten. I pushed my husband on the bed.

«This Duchess has an idea,» I muttered while straddling him.

«I see that sleep helped my wife's brain to work again,» he answered, shameless as always. I didn't react to his statement. I was going to tell him everything after securing him.