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Egyptian Days Excerpt
“There’s not any woman I can tease you with?” Victoria watched his eyes circle around the room.
“There. The one with the wart on her nose. I kissed her before that was there and it showed up when I was 12.”
Victoria laughed even as she could feel his hand sliding across her chest and settle on a golden breast. Through a robe that concealed nothing, he teased her nipple into a hard peak. “I missed you, I would have rather stayed at home and . . . “
“Oh look, Tameri’s cooks make the best duck.” Kifi squealed in delight as more servants brought in tray after tray of food. Mounds of vegetables, more birds and fish than she could count and wine enough to float a ship.
In all the activity, Khaemhat’s hand slipped from her breast and under the cushion she had on her lap. Gold was everywhere; it was going to be obvious what he had been doing but she didn’t care. A year of hardly seeing him had almost killed her. One hand reached for a piece of duck while the other barely teased her. Without warning, he pushed a finger in, and her mouth opened in protest. The damn man just popped the piece of duck into her mouth.
“I’m going to kill you when we get home.”
It didn’t have the impact she meant it to, not with the scream that filled the house. Another joined it. Khaemhat and several other men jumped to their feet. Victoria caught sight of a servant staggering into the main room, pale as her linen dress. With everyone running the other way, Victoria went over to her.
“What happened?” The woman almost collapsed and Victoria got an arm around her helping her to a bench. She grabbed a glass of wine from a man as he ran past and forced her to drink. “What happened?”
“My lord master Minnakht is dead. Stabbed,” the servant whispered before guzzling the entire glass of wine as if it would wash away the sight. Her words in the silent hall seemed loud enough for guests in every corner to hear. The entire hall was in chaos. Several women started whimpering and their husbands took them out of the house to shut them up. Others like Kifi started whispering amongst themselves, most likely certain that they knew who had done the deed.