by Fifi Flowers
“Yesterday I was looking around and noticed there are very few things that reflect you.”
Quietly, I finished making coffee and poured two cups. I handed one to Evan and just looked at him.
“Bébé, I don't mean to upset you. I guess I'm curious if you plan on staying here, or is this just temporary until you're ready to move on?”
I looked into his questioning eyes and wondered. Did I want to open myself up completely to him on our last day together? I decided to keep it simple and stated the facts, first taking a deep breath, “My parents purchased this place and had some renovations done. Their next step was furnishing the place after the first of the year. As you know, they died the day after Christmas.”
I stopped for a moment to collect myself as Evan placed his hand over mine and squeezed it. I pulled it away, unsure of myself and where this conversation was going.
Taking a breath, I continued, “When I met with the attorney for my parents’ estate they informed me I was their sole heir. In accordance to my parents' trust, everything was automatically paid in full including this apartment. They had planned to sell their house upstate once they moved, but since I had no desire to keep the house I grew up in, I came here. My childhood home had too many memories, and I thought this would be better for me.”
Pausing, I took a couple sips of coffee. Evan moved closer to me, but I put up a hand to let him know not to touch me. I knew if he touched me I would fall apart.
“I contacted an auction house, hired a real estate agent and a personal assistant and together they all took care of selling everything. I only kept photographs and a few personal items.”
I took yet another deep breath and went on.” I was in the process of looking for an apartment in the city, so I figured I would stay in the apartment until I found something. I hired my mother's interior designer to find the basics for me. Once I moved in, it felt right to stay. My parents never lived here so there were no memories. It felt like I was still connected to them without constant reminders. That probably doesn't really make sense, and maybe it sounds a little crazy.” I let out a nervous laugh, deciding I had said enough.
Evan took my laugh as an invitation, and he pulled me tightly into his arms. “Thank you for making me understand.” Then hesitantly asked, “Do you ever dream about things you would like to see in here? Things you would want to change?”
“Wow. Where do I begin?”
“Let me finish making breakfast for you, and you tell me what you would do to this kitchen.”
As Evan took over the cooking, I told him that I liked the kitchen, but I would prefer the cabinets in a cream finish. The granite on the counter tops could stay, but I would love the island counter to be a dark butcher block.
“One thing I had done was to change the lighting above the island.”
“That fixture is the thing that reminds me of you most of all.”
“Really? That's amazing since you barely know me.”
Evan winked at me and said, “I think I know you pretty well.”
“You know my body extremely well, that's for sure.” I said with a small laugh.
Evan replied with a playful growl as he set a plate full of food down in front of me.
Sitting side by side on stools at the island counter eating, we both looked around the kitchen envisioning what could be.
“In that area in front of the window, I would like a French settee and table.”
“I like that idea. You're on a roll now. After we finish eating you can take me around the apartment and tell me what else you would do.”
Once we finished cleaning up the kitchen, Evan pulled me into his arms, tilted my head up and gave me a long passionate kiss. Once again, he left me breathless.
I'm going to hate this apartment once he's no longer here.
Going from room to room, I answered Evan's many questions. He gave suggestions when I was uncertain, and I liked his ideas. I liked the idea of the apartment having a masculine and feminine feel to it.
An hour later, I was excited about eventually making this apartment my home.
Evan's phone started ringing. He looked at the number, and I could see he was uneasy answering the call in front of me. He let the call go to voicemail. “Hey bébé, I need to return this call.”
Before I could respond, he walked away, returned to the library and shut he door.
I walked straight through the master bedroom into the bathroom and started a bubble bath. As I stripped down thoughts swirled through my head. How will I be tomorrow if he's already moving on? Making plans with someone else right here in my home, in my library? How was I supposed to feel? I clipped my hair up and slipped into the hot water. Closing my eyes, I tried to relax.
“Bébé, how could you take a bath without me?”
“Mmmm,” I moaned as he slipped into the bubbles with me.
I leaned forward and sunk my teeth into Evan's bottom lip then ran my soothing tongue over it. He growled softly and plunged his tongue deep into my mouth. Our tongues tangled, making us both moan. My body was throbbing everywhere. I needed him inside me.
“Please, Evan. I want you.”
In one quick motion, he pulled back, taking me with him as he leaned back on the other end of the tub and lifted me onto his hard cock. He began rocking inside me, moving in and out. Hot water and bubbles splashed over the sides of the tub in waves as he drown me with his kisses until we both released together with sharp loud gasps.
Evan climbed out of the tub, dried off then lifted me out. After toweling me dry he carried me to the bed. We cuddled up and fell asleep.
Evan…
“MELISSA, WAKE UP bébé. I have a car coming for us in twenty minutes.”
“I thought we were staying naked today?” she asked in that sexy not quite awake voice I have come to adore.
Unable to resist, I took her nipple into my mouth and bit. Her moan was so loud I was instantly hard as a rock.
“Believe me, I have more planned with this body of yours. You will be screaming my name when I make you come, but for now I think we should go shopping. Time to start transforming your apartment. Come on, you have twenty minutes to get ready.”
“Twenty minutes? I can be ready in five to ten minutes.” Abruptly, Melissa straddled me, and I was balls deep in her warm, wet pussy once again.
“Oh Melissa,” I moaned. “You're the best, bébé”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
I slapped her on the ass, growled at her, and got busy making her scream. I didn't want to keep Charles waiting too long.
WE ARE DROPPED off at Lexington and East 32nd just down from the New York Design Center building. The place was empty as we wander from showroom to showroom looking at magnificent pieces of French furnishings. One of my earlier phones calls was to a close friend who wields vast influence in the world of interior designers and who could make big things happen on short notice. One call had opened the doors of various French showrooms to us on a Sunday afternoon.
As we took it all in, Melissa told me what she liked and didn't like, and I gave my input.
“Oh bébé, let's get these leopard sheets. They are wild like you.” I loved to make her blush. The mixture of her innocence and sexiness was very appealing. “I'm thinking we should order a four poster bed. Tying you to the bed could be fun.”
I saw her face turn to confusion and sadness as she turned to look at other items. She didn't realize I was close enough to hear her whisper under her breath. “What good will that do me when you leave? I don't want the ghost of you haunting my place.”
As I studied the side of her face and took in the words she had just whispered, I started to wonder about what had taken place in the last 36 hours. Everything had changed. Everything I thought was true had been turned upside down. I had met a woman I had no intentions of ever leaving, and at this moment I couldn't imagine my life without her. But I could understand her whispered words. She knew my track record with women. Hell. Anyone who r
ead the tabloids knew my history although I do have to say not all of it is true. Some of the women in the photos were just for publicity, or I was snapped at the wrong moment. Melissa was nothing like anyone I had ever dated, fucked or just been around. She didn't care who I was. Sure, she made comments about my photo in Bergdorf’s window, but she didn't treat me as if I was some sort of God. She was sassy toward me. She challenged me. She let me be me. And I trusted her. I never thought I would find all of that in the same woman.
Then again, I’d never thought of being with one woman forever and the thought of that scared me. Even though I have no plan to hurt her, I knew I could. But I wanted to take care of her. I wanted to make everything right in her life. I wanted to take away her pain. Was she just a project for me? A new campaign? Was I trying to make another thing in my life perfect? If I'm questioning myself, she had to be questioning my motives as well. The truth of the matter was, in my heart, I knew I was falling in love with her.
Coming out of my thoughts, I looked at her and took in the beauty of the lady standing before me. It's time to make her smile, so loudly I questioned her. “Hey bébé, should we get a movie to watch tonight? Action packed? Drama? Romantic comedy? Or maybe some porn?”
“Ssssh. Do you need to broadcast that? You're such a bad boy!”
“Do you want to spank me, bébé?”
“Maybe after you feed me.”
“Good idea. Are you ready to head back home?”
“Oui, monsieur. I'm thinking we should get a movie and food delivery. Let's take advantage of our last night together.”
“Ooooh. What do you have in mind, bébé?” I wrapped my arms around Melissa and she laughed. She has the best laugh. I stepped away from her briefly to call Charles. I let him know we’re ready to head home and we set off to meet him. Once in the car, Melissa snuggled up to me. She felt and smelt so good. I loved how I could smell her scent on my clothing.
“Hey bébé, I'm not ready to be away from you.” I felt her instantly tense in my arms. “I think you should stay with me at my apartment until Thursday.”
“But, I have to work all week.”
“Charles and I'll take you to work every morning and then pick you up. Say 'oui.' You don't want me to have to sleep alone, do you?”
“I don't think you would have any trouble getting someone to sleep with you.”
“I told you, only you have slept in my bedroom. I have never brought anyone else there. I go to their place or a hotel, fuck and leave.”
Melissa got very quiet and turned to look out the window. Shit! Why the fuck did I say that? I reached for her and turned her face back towards me. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so crude. That was in poor form.” I kissed her tenderly.
“I don't want you to lie to me, but I don't need to hear anymore about any of that. But, oui, I will stay with you.”
“Good. Pack a bag as soon as we get to your apartment and then you’re mine tonight to do with as I please.” She smiled, and I slipped my tongue into her mouth making her moan. “Oui, bébé. I plan to hear that moaning from you all night.”
THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT, in between sexy time with my gorgeous man, I kept having the same dream play out in my head. Each time, the dream continued a little further. I’d had this reoccurring dream before, and it was always the same. Plain and simple, it was a sex dream and it always ended with me having an amazing orgasm in my sleep. The room was dark. I couldn't see clearly. I could only hear sounds; jazz music playing in the background, and a breathless conversation. I could not make out exactly what was being said or who was saying it, but I knew the language was French. There were two bodies twisting and moaning, entangled together. I sensed an incredible orgasm building, only to wake with Evan's hand between my legs caressing me in the most delicious way. I squeezed my thighs together trapping his hand right where I want it.
“Mmmm, in a perfect world I would wake up this way every morning,” I softly moaned in a sleepy voice.
“I heard you moaning in your sleep. I thought I could be of some assistance. Anything for ma cherie.”
“You’ve brought my dream to life, monsieur.” I moaned. Pushing into him wanting more, I begged softly, “I want to feel you in moi.” Evan growled, slowly slipping inside me, and I breathlessly purred, “Oui oui oui. Don’t stop. Sooooo good, mon cher monsieur.” I twisted and rotated my hips, meeting his thrusts.
He groaned, “I love when you moan in French, bébé.” He thrust faster and deeper, and I arched up into him. “You feel so good, bébé.” Suddenly, he slowed his rhythm, intensifying the sensation of his cock sliding in and out me.
“Evan. Pleeeease Evan. Faster.” He moved with a little more speed. “Ooh mon dieu. I need to come, monsieur.” I panted. “Harder! Faster! S'il vous plaît!”
His pace quickened. “Come for me, baby. Right now!” he growled into my ear. My walls started tightening and pulsing around him. “Mmmm. That's it. Milk my cock.” I had no problem doing exactly as I was told.
“Maybe I should stay right here all day.” Putting the back of my hand to my forehead, I feigned a dramatic sigh, “I think I feel a fever coming on.”
Evan started laughing, “I wish we could too, but we both have work to do. Let's get up and shower.”
“Mmmm. I like our showers together.” I bit his lip and then climbed out of bed.
Evan slapped me on the ass as I moved to the bathroom. He quickly followed me. “You have become so naughty, bébé.”
After a quick shower together, I got dressed and double checked my bags to make sure I had everything I needed to spend a few days with Evan. I'm looking forward to four more days of hot sex with him. Ooh la la. I couldn't imagine that that would be enough. How will I ever go without his delicious body tangled with mine? My body constantly craved him.
I sighed as I zipped my bag shut and headed into the kitchen to make coffee and a light breakfast. We ate quickly at the kitchen island, and then we were out the door to a waiting car. Greeted by Phillip and Charles we popped into the backseat. I snuggled up to his side, and he pulled me onto his lap. I loved the yummy kisses he gave me on the way to my office.
Too soon we pulled up in front of McDimel-Sanders Building on Avenue of the Americas. Evan helped me out of the car, and I received one last earth-shattering kiss. Floating across the sidewalk, I smiled at the enormous nutcrackers stationed in front of every square concrete pillar of the cantilevered entrance to the building. I loved how the modern, glass skyscraper was transformed during the holidays. My mood was elevated as I breathed in the pine scent of the decorated Christmas trees displayed above the revolving-door entrance. I practically soared up to my office on the thirty-third floor.
It was early when I walked into the art department, and it was empty and quiet. I dropped my purse next to one of the two large drafting tables in the office space I shared with my co-worker and good friend Jane. As I removed my coat, I caught a whiff of Evan's scent and breathed it in deeply before hanging it on a nearby rack. I then set about making a pot of French roast coffee. While waiting for the coffee, I turned around and faced the large discovery board on the opposite wall. The board was filled with photos, magazine clippings, fabrics, and colour wheels, all meant to inspire ideas for ads. As my eyes flitted around, I was drawn to a photo of Evan, and I had an overwhelming urge to draw.
I poured some café crème into my Café de Flore coffee bowl, a gift from my dearest friend Lily. As I passed by the large drawers that held all of our design supplies, I grabbed a few sheets of smooth drawing paper and took them back to my desk. My desk was covered with coloured pencils, markers and watercolour paints as well as several preliminary sketches for storyboards. Whenever I could or when the mood struck me, I loved to doodle. Jane called it art and told me to stop wasting my talent working on storyboards that brought other people's ideas to life. She insisted on many occasions that I should show in galleries. Personally, I thought she was a bit biased; they are only sketches hardly what you would
call masterpieces worthy of being exhibited. However, she had planted thoughts in my head of maybe one day turning these doodles into larger works of art, but only for my pleasure, not for public viewing. They were private drawings of my surroundings; interesting objects and people that captured my attention. They were not portraits and often they are not complete figures, but rather studies of body parts. My current fascination was with the elements that made up the face.
Sitting at my desk, smiling to myself, I began sketching and lost myself in my drawing of Evan’s lips. My smile faded quickly when Jane walked in and began to bombard me with questions.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving the party on Friday? I was worried about you. Last time I saw you, you were pretty tipsy. And then I hear that you took off walking, refusing to take a car home. Are you crazy?
“Last I looked you were wrapped around some hot guy bumping and grinding. True dirty dancing moves. I was waiting for you to be lifted in the air at any moment.” I laughed.
“He was pretty hot, wasn’t he? But don’t change the subject. We are talking about you!”
“I was fine. I took a stroll by some holiday windows.”
“You are crazy!”
“Well, if it makes you feel any better someone followed me out of the party.”
“Tall, dark and handsome, I hope!”
“But of course. Who else would be following me?” I attempted to make a joke of the situation, but seeing the look on her face, I added, “As you can see, I made it home safely.”
“You're not getting off the hook that easily, my friend. I'll tell you my story, and you tell me yours. We'll compare hotties!” She laughed.
I joined Jane laughing, watching her seductive eyebrow raise and smile, “Fine, you go first.” I was hoping Jane would be so focused on her party antics; I could slide under her radar. Oh how she loved to share her escapades with me.
