The Ambassador and Me: an unlikely love story (The Ambassador Trilogy Book 1)

by Villano, Mia

  “I do a lot of my writing in here, and sometimes I forget and leave half my things behind,” he said, shuffling papers.

  “This is nice.” I didn’t know what else to say. I was somewhat uncomfortable. The office resembled his Embassy office only messier. I could tell by looking around that he spent a lot of time in there.

  “I want to work this situation out, Isabella.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked. He stood up, walked closer to me, and set his papers down.

  “You and I both know there is something between us. We have been ignoring it now, and I’m starting to think of you a lot.”

  Suddenly I became faint. His eyes narrowed and he became more serious.

  “I’m going to be serious. I’m an Ambassador, and I have certain standards I must live up to. I have to behave in a certain upstanding way in public. My job puts me at the highest level of the ministry.”

  He sat next to me. His leg brushed against mine. His expensive wool pants on my skin made me tingle. He narrowed his eyes and looked at me. He studied my face watching for a hint of emotion. I tried desperately to hide what I was feeling. I didn’t know what I was feeling- it was a sense of excitement, fear, happiness and lust all in one. I nervously fingered my pearl necklace.

  “I’m going to be direct and to the point.” He was leaning on his legs with his hands clasped in front of him.

  “Yes, please.” I was beginning to wonder what he was trying to say.

  “I want you. I want to date you, or whatever it is Americans call it. I want to be with you when I have free time.”

  I didn’t know what to say. I was shocked and at the same time turned on.

  “Want me?”

  “You have intrigued me madly since I saw you at the gala. I can’t stop looking at you when you are near me. I want to undress you every time you walk into a meeting. I want to run my tongue across your body and taste you when I smell you in the building.”

  I was both apprehensive and excited over what he said. Having thoughts of fucking him was different from actually doing it. This was my career I was fooling with. This was his career. There were rules and I didn’t want a scandal.

  I stood up and walked across his office. I didn’t know what to say. I was at a loss for words. I stood in front of the window overlooking the outside. It was dreamlike. What I needed was to focus on something other than him.

  “Fabrice, you’re a sexy man and when I’m near you I can’t think straight. But, we can’t do anything like this. We have to be professional. You could lose everything.”

  He stood up and walked behind me.

  The ache between my legs throbbed. Hearing him say those things to me was such a turn on.

  “I’m willing to take that risk. I want you.”

  “You barely know me.”

  “I want to know you inside and out. We can be together after work and be professionals during the day. We have to be careful it doesn’t interfere with our work is all.”

  I shivered uncontrollably. He was what I wanted. Was I the one he wanted or did he do this with other women?

  “I have to think, Fabrice.”

  He stood closer to me. His breath tickled my neck and I closed my eyes. His body radiated a heat that made my legs weak and set a desire in me to press my body against him. I wanted him as bad as he was saying he wanted me. His scent of a campfire and patchouli was enough to make my senses lose all control. For once in a long time, I felt beautiful, special, and desirable. I had not felt like that with Anthony. My insides were turning to mush.

  “We can’t, Fabrice.” His lips were on my neck. They were wet and soft and his mouth was made for sin. One of his hands pressed against my thighs as he pressed me against him. He was hard and well-endowed as it pressed up against my ass. I needed him desperately.

  “Look at me, Isabella,” he whispered in my ear.

  I turned to face him and he rested his hand on my ass. His eyes hypnotized me; his lips looked full of hunger.

  “Kiss me just one time. I want to taste you.”

  His accent drove me out of my mind. I couldn’t help myself. My hands went to his lapel of his jacket. He moaned as his luscious mouth covered mine. My heart pounded in my chest. His mouth was so warm and his tongue searched my mouth. I sucked on it, tasting mint and a hint of chocolate from earlier. He pushed his body against mine. It was heavenly torture, aware of every thick inch he had between his legs. My breasts were heavy and my nipples were hard and sore. He was in control of me and I liked it.

  The couch was nearby and he lifted me off the ground and had me laying on it in seconds. His hands were up against the back as he pressed me with the weight of his body, not taking his mouth off mine. I wanted to lose my body to him and let the sensual pain that was between my legs travel through me. His tongue touched mine as electricity jolted, making my insides burn.

  His right hand eased up my leg, pushing my skirt along with it. I wore a thong underneath and I knew it was soaking wet. He moaned again and his fingers delicately touched the lace, as if he was afraid to touch me, afraid that first time touching me would be over. My hands went to his hair as I pulled on it and ran my fingers through it. His scent was so strong, if he would have touched my clit I would have come. It throbbed with the beat of my heart. Instantly he stopped, as if he came to his senses. I sat up and he pulled his phone out of his suit pocket.

  Suddenly he spoke French and walked out of the office, shutting the door behind him. I was taken aback by his sudden coolness. Leaving me on the couch as he walked off talking on a phone in French was not the way I wanted this to end. I stood up, pulled my skirt down, fixed my hair and waited.

  He came back in; I was embarrassed, pissed off and ready to leave. I shouldn’t have let this happen.

  “I’m sorry. It was a call from France. Please forgive me.” He walked closer to me and I didn’t want him to touch me. I was angry at myself for letting him entice me. I should be working not frolicking on a couch with, essentially, my boss. He tried to touch my hair and I pushed his hand out of the way. I backed away from him. My body wanted him, but my head said no.

  “Please, Fabrice. We shouldn’t do that. It was a mistake.”

  He said nothing else after he pushed a few strands of hair off my eyes. I couldn’t stand for him to touch me. I wanted him to touch me. I tried to look away and he spoke.

  “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

  I stepped away a couple of steps from him.

  “I don’t know, Fabrice. That shouldn’t have happened.”

  “You’re so beautiful and exciting. I had to kiss you. I want to take you to my home and in my bed. You don’t know how much I want you.”

  His words were an aphrodisiac. I was tempted to throw him on the couch and ride him into oblivion.

  “I want to take you out tonight. Dinner, somewhere so we can talk,” he said.

  “No, we can’t. It’s not right. I have this job, and you’re practically my boss.”

  “We are both adults. We can leave this behind us when we work.” His accent made it worse to deny him, what I so badly wanted to give him.

  “I lost my mind for a second. I let my guard down. I need to leave.”

  I walked to the door, and he put his hand up to stop me from opening it.

  “You can’t leave like this. Let’s go out and talk tonight.”

  My body tingled thinking about dinner with him and going back to his house and climbing into his bed. Making love to him flashed through my mind. How he kissed me and touched me set me on fire. He had to be incredible.

  “Fabrice, we can’t go back and fix it now. Every time we are alone together, it will be uncomfortable between us. There will be a tension.”

  “A sexual tension that we can distinguish when we are alone. I have to get to the meeting. I will be at your place at six tonight.”

  “Fabrice, I have plans.” That wasn’t a lie. I planned to spend time with my roommate.

  “Then we will do
it tomorrow.”

  “I can’t.” He pressed himself up harder against me. I felt his cock so thick and hard against my ass. I was almost panting. His hands were caressing my arms.

  “When can you have dinner with me?”

  “Fabrice, I can’t ever have dinner with you. We can’t be together outside work.”

  “Don’t say that, Isabella! Look at me and tell me you don’t want me.” He pushed my chin up to meet him and his eyes bore into me.

  He knew I wanted him. I wanted him more than I had wanted anyone.

  “Just have dinner with me. That is all. We can talk.” I turned around to face him, and he backed up a couple of inches.

  “You brought me to this office to make a move on me and then ask me to dinner. This is creepy, Fabrice.”

  “I had to stop in here, Isabella. I had no intentions of this happening until I looked at you and could no longer control myself. This was just a place where we were alone, away from work.”

  “I find that hard to believe. You have a secret office you keep with BS about having to stop in here and get notes. I’m surprised a bed doesn’t come out of the wall! And what about that redhead that was all over you at the gala?” The whole scene was becoming strange. I was becoming angry at what happened. I was angrier with myself for letting it happen.

  “Isabella, that redhead was an old friend and nothing else. Yes, she and I had a few dates, but it was nothing more than sex. I have to go or I will be late. I did leave a file here. This has to be with me for this meeting. We will discuss this later.” He straightened his tie, put his hand through his hair and grabbed the folder on his desk. I had my hand on the doorknob and he put his over top of mine. The heat from his hand went right to my sex.

  “There is nothing to discuss. This was a silly mistake and I’ll forget it happened.”

  “I hope I have not offended you, Isabella. I don’t want you to think I’m some type of deviant. I’m truly attracted to you.”

  I was turned on and pissed off. I swore I would not put my personal life with my professional, and already two weeks on the job I found myself doing just that. I’ve never behaved like that with any person in public. What I have done in private is different. I’m no prude, but behaving like this with a government official was downright disgusting, and yet so erotic.

  “I’m not offended.” I whispered closing my eyes. His hands felt so warm and so soft.

  “I want to be with you. You are so sensual, exotic, and mysterious. You drive me mad when I look at you. I will have you, Isabella. Mark my words. Now or later, it’s your call.”

  My body shivered. I wanted to get home and think straight. His accent and scent made me woozy. I needed a vodka.

  “I will call a cab from here. I’m not far from my apartment. I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to ride in the same car together.”

  “I will take you out tonight. Put off your plans and be with me.”

  “No, Fabrice. I don’t do things like that. I have an obligation tonight.”

  I turned the door knob and stepped out. His secretary had to notice the tension between us as we walked to the front door, or was she used to this? Had she also been taken in the office? So many questions were swirling around in my head. Many people were coming in and trying to get his attention. It was my opportunity to slip out when someone wanted to speak to him. I walked around the corner and called a cab.

  Chapter 6

  “What’s wrong with you? You look sick.”

  “I am sick, Avery.”

  Avery stood in the kitchen making some sort of dinner for us. She loved to cook but was not the best. Many nights I choked down dinner that tasted like paste. Since she’s vegetarian, she tries to concoct these crazy recipes that don’t turn out right most of the time.

  “Talk to me.” She was dressed in yoga pants, oversized sweatshirt, and had her hair up. I grabbed a glass of wine and sat on the couch as she continued to cook. I heard someone in the shower and I eyeballed her.

  “Who’s back there?”

  “Oh, that. Ha. Don’t worry. A little afternoon delight. Her name is Cherise. I met her in class. She’s leaving.”

  I whispered so that she could not hear me.

  “Met her in class? You work that fast? What class?” I was curious where she picked her up at.

  “She’s the professor of one of my law classes. No big deal. I want to hear about you.”

  “Professor?” I screamed and covered my mouth.

  “Sshh!”

  “Avery, what the fuck?” I whispered again.

  “It’s all good, honestly.”

  “Is she old?”

  “No, she’s not old. She’s, I don’t know, maybe in her thirties. I liked her. She’s gorgeous and what she could do with her tongue.” She smiled and stuck her tongue out and wiggled it.

  “The Ambassador kissed me today.” I had to change the subject.

  “What? Talk to me.” She stopped cooking and came over to me flopping on the couch. She grabbed my glass of wine and swallowed a huge gulp.

  I told her what happened and she sat and listened, not saying a word.

  “I love my job, Avery. I don’t want to quit. I don’t know what to do.” I threw my head back on the couch and closed my eyes. I could not get the strange office visit out of my head.

  “So stay. You obviously are attracted to him, right? You said he was the most beautiful man you had ever met. There was something between the two of you. And didn’t you want something to happen?”

  “Yes I did, and I’m hugely attracted to him. I mean, there is something there. I didn’t want him to stop kissing me. I wanted him to fuck me right on the couch. Then when I thought it through, the whole situation seemed odd.”

  “He didn’t want you to feel awkward where the two of you work, so he took you somewhere else. He’s an Ambassador for Christ sake, Izz! He’s right; thank God you aren’t his assistant. He did the right thing by kissing you somewhere other than your office.”

  I didn’t answer. Maybe she was right, and maybe I was looking for excuses not to be with him.

  “So tell me- how does a French man kiss?” She said that in a terrible French accent.

  I sat up, looked at her, and could not help but smile as I thought about his mouth on me.

  “Let’s say it was the best kiss I have ever experienced, and I have kissed a lot of men.”

  “Holy shit! That alone should tell you to get your ass back to work Monday. Can you imagine what it’s like to fuck him?” I didn’t answer, thinking of how big and hard he was pressed up against me.

  As we sat there, opening up another bottle of wine, the most beautiful, exquisite woman came out of the bathroom dressed in a short jersey knit dress, holding her shoes. She had long blond hair, a huge set of breasts, which Avery preferred, and long, toned legs. She was so perfect I could not stop looking at her.

  Avery noticed my stare and slapped me on the leg.

  “I told you she was gorgeous. Don’t get any ideas.”

  “Hi,” she said to me as she waved her hand and smiled. Avery put down her wine glass and lifted her arms to her.

  “Come here, baby.” Cherise gladly sat on her lap and gave Avery a long, sensual kiss.

  “You must be Izzy. Avery adores you,” she purred. My God, this woman exuded sexuality.

  “I am. Nice to meet you.” I didn’t know what else to say.

  “I’m going home, baby. You wore me out. Call you later?” She was speaking to Avery and I looked away. It was embarrassing watching the two of them.

  “Definitely. I have to study tonight, but a few hours is all.” They kissed goodbye and Avery walked this stunning woman to the door.

  Avery sauntered back, smirking at me, and I stared at her in shock. Avery has a love of beautiful, big-breasted women but this was over the top.

  “What?” she laughed as she sat next to me putting her head on my shoulder.

  “I’m the farthest thing from gay, but I would fuc
k her.”

  “I know, right? It won’t last.”

  “Why? You’ve come to this conclusion already after one day. What’s wrong with this one? I saw nothing.” Avery found a flaw with each person she dated, focused on it, and most of them where gone in a couple of weeks.

  “She laughs funny. It rubs me the wrong way.” I glared at her and rolled my eyes.

  “You’re nuts.”

  Avery and I were getting a tipsy and searched Fabrice on the Internet. He was born in Paris and lived there all of his life. He was thirty-six years old and not married. He previously held positions with the Ministry for Foreign Affairs and was the Ambassador of France to Israel for one year. His biggest accomplishment was being the commander of the French Army Special Forces Brigade at the very young age of twenty-seven. It was one of the top in the world. I saw several pictures of him with his camouflage uniform on, walking out with troops and flying a helicopter. It was quite the turn on seeing how powerful he was.

  He had written and published numerous articles on security and the Middle East. He lived in Paris and D.C. He loved to ski, snowmobile, and fly fish. Other than that, there were a few pictures of him with some women in France and I saw one of that redhead. They were beautiful, model-type. I looked up each one of the women to see what their story was. Each one was either a model or a professional woman. All of them I noticed had long dark hair except, of course, the red head. One in particular he seemed to be with the most in France was a lawyer, Celeste Moreau. I took a few minutes to look her up, and she had a few pictures of the both of them going to different functions. She was a brunette with short hair and very petite.

  I dug further and found a picture of him in high school. He was the class president, Valedictorian, and voted best-dressed. He was gorgeous then. Nothing that was shocking or that would make me want to run for the hills. Other than being the Ambassador, he lived a boring life with no weirdness going on. After reading everything I could find on Fabrice, we shut the computer and ate the dinner she prepared. Thank God I had been drinking because it was pretty bad.

  “Have you heard from Anthony?” she asked me shoveling in the concoction of noodles, cheese, and tofurkey.