Kidnapped
Part One Kathryn spied her quarry sitting on a park bench a quarter of a mile from the mall where I, Amy, his chauffer had dropped him off. He was just like I had described him, even down to what he was wearing in his commoner clothes. He was quite good looking, and she relished the thought of the sex with him that was awaiting her. But she also relished the blow we were going to enjoy against the aristocracy, which he was a part of. We had set him up perfectly. He suspected nothing. ...