The TempleChapter 19
Thompson sank slowly into the Temple’s caldarium, the bath’s intense heat causing him to gasp as he did so. “Jesus Christ, that’s good,” he said, once he was immersed all the way to his chin. The hetaera in attendance raised an eyebrow. “Best not to let the Superior hear that,” she said. “Beg pardon, Miss,” said Thompson, adding negligently, “force of habit. Mustn’t swear.” The young lady frowned, bent down, and ran her fingers through Thompson’s hair. Her lips just barely touched his...