A Window to Love (Windows) (Volume 1)

by Fifi Flowers

  < Hey bébé, I'm waiting for you in the lobby. >

  < Be right down. Need to slip my blouse back on. >

 

  < GIGGLE >

  When I stepped off the elevator, I was so happy to see that gorgeous face.

  “We were so crazy busy today that I never had lunch. We were frantically getting everything ready for your shoot tomorrow. So you better feed me because I’m famished. You owe me, monsieur!”

  “Oh bébé, you shouldn't go without eating. Let's get something before we get home. Or we can get something delivered and get you home to rest. Any other way I can repay you for all your hard work?”

  “Delivery and a bubble bath sound divine. Hmm… I’m sure you will pay me back properly. Or better yet inappropriately!”

  “Works for me, bébé.” Evan nipped my bottom lip.

  “How was your day?”

  “Busy. I had errands to run and then I did a crazy work-out for the shoot tomorrow.”

  Evan ordered us food as we drove to his apartment.

  Walking into the apartment, I headed to the bathroom to run a bath. The food arrived, and we ate in the tub.

  “I've never had dinner in a tub,” I told the naked man eating with chopsticks across from me.

  “I like it.” And with a wicked grin, he added, “It's the perfect location for dessert too.”

  THE MORNING OF the shoot, we were both rushing to get ready to go to work. I took a little extra time with my outfit. I selected a fitted midnight blue button down vest dress with leather straps that crisscross in the back. I had a white blouse underneath. I left it unbuttoned enough to see cleavage. My secret weapon for today; red push-up bra, matching thong, thigh-high stockings with red garter belt and red high heels.

  I thought Evan was going to have a heart attack when he saw a hint of my garter straps as I slipped into the car. “Melissa, what the hell do you have on?”

  “Stockings,” I stated innocently. Smiling into his gorgeous face. Staring straight into his now darkened blue eyes. I receive a wicked look with a raised eyebrow.

  We rode up the elevator to the same floor as the art department and studios were close together. We didn't say a word to each other and went our separate ways when the elevator opened. I knew from previous photo shoots, Evan was very serious. I respected that and treated him as I would on any other shoot.

  “Hey Jane. Are you ready to drool today?” I laughed.

  “Are you kidding? Four hot guys scantily clad who I must stare at all day? I'm so ready!”

  Jane always made me laugh. She talked trash to me, but once she was in front of clients or talent she was extremely professional.

  “I need coffee. No time to grab a cup at home.”

  “Well, grab it and let's get going. Lots of tension on the set today. By the way, I noticed you've been dressing a little different lately. You look H-O-T!”

  If you only knew what I'd been up to, I smiled to myself.

  “Like you’re one to talk.” I pointed to Jane wearing a very tight, just above the knee, black long sleeved, jersey dress with white cuffs and a plunging neckline, showing off her cleavage. “Every outfit you wear screams S-E-X!” I retorted and then changed the subject, wanting to move away from anything having to do with sex. “Why do I need to rush?”

  “They want us hands on today. I'm hoping they mean it literally!” Jane laughed hysterically, wiggling her eyebrows and winking at me.

  “I thought this wasn't the actual shoot. I was under the impression they would just be doing some test shots.”

  “They want to work on several ideas. This will be an all day pre-shoot. Decisions for the actual shoot will be determined by the client from today’s photographs.”

  “Well then, I’m going to need an abundance of coffee.”

  I grabbed my coffee, and we walked into the studio with sketch pads, layout boards and client notes. We went over everything with the director, lighting, set designers and camera crew. Jane wandered over to hair, makeup and wardrobe, checking in with everyone. I knew she was thrilled to have her hand in working with the models and their preparation.

  I was busy with the setting when the models came in. I wasn’t sure how I was going to handle working with Evan. I'd obviously worked around him in the past, but I wasn't having sex with him then.

  I could feel eyes on me. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck raise up and my nipples harden as I smelled him close to me. My breathing became irregular. I wanted to grab him, pull him to the nearest storage closet, mount his cock and ride him. I moaned softly as I imagined him inside me.

  “Melissa. Melissa. Hello Melissa.” My fantasy ended quickly when I heard Jane calling me.

  I took a couple of deep breaths, ran my hands through my hair and composed myself. “Sorry Jane, I was… what do you need?”

  “Will you get the sketches from the last shoot, girlfriend? We need to do some match up.”

  “Yes, of course.” I replied, briskly walking out of the studio. I was quite happy to get away. As I was walking, I heard an unfamiliar voice say “nice ass.” I shook my head, laughed and continued to my office.

  For my lunch, I grabbed a salad and water from the caterer’s spread, and headed to my office to eat. Jane was off with the models making sure that they had everything they needed for lunch.

  She was also making sure that there was an area for them to do sit-ups, push-ups and weight lifting; all necessary to pump up their muscles up for the perfect shot. None of these things were in her job description, but we were all multi-tasking today. Jane was thrilled when she had the opportunity to work on all elements of the shoots. She was happiest when she was working on the production end of things rather than the storyboard production alone. Jane's true passion was working in film. She loved when she got to work on videos and commercials. I was sure one day she would leave me for the film industry; she was just waiting for the right opportunity. Today she was happy to work with the male models that were on the shoot as she has her eye on one of them. Thankfully it wasn’t Evan.

  Just as I was finishing up my lunch, Jane walked in with her lunch and sat down across from me. She had a strange look on her face.

  “What's wrong Jane? Is there a problem?” I asked apprehensively, not sure I wanted to know what was bothering her.

  “Yeah, my best friend Melissa is a bitch!” Jane announced. She folded her arm across her chest and tapped one sexy high-heeled toe on the floor. Her gaze bore into me as she awaited my answer.

  Caught off guard and completely stunned, I asked, “What? What did I do?”

  Still standing in her stern pose, she answered, “It's not what you did. It’s what you didn't do. Like how you didn't tell me you were hitting the sheets with Evan Duke.”

  I spit a mouthful of water across my desk. “What?” I stammered as a deep blush colours my cheeks.

  With hands on her hips and in the same accusatory tone Jane continued on, “Oh, don't play that innocent shit with me. Evan was letting the other models know that you belong to him.”

  “What?” Placing my face in my hands, I shook my head in disbelief. This was not how I wanted Jane to find out.

  Jane sat down across from me, face to face. “Apparently, one of the models said he would love to fuck your tits. Evan told him that would never happen.”

  “What?” I shook my head again. This was not good.

  Leaning forward with her elbow on my desk and her chin resting on the back on her hand, she waited for details, imploring me to answer, “Will you stop saying 'what' and spill the beans?”

  In an attempt to prolong the inevitable conversation I asked about the little confrontation between Evan and the other model. “Is everything okay with between them now?”

  “Yeah. The guy said, 'cool, you're a lucky dude!' But, I don't care about them! Well, except for the one I will be having a drink with tonight. I care about you! So tell me your story and don't leave out any of the 'good'
parts.”

  “We don't have much time for all the details, but I'll give you a quick run down.”

  Still blushing and stammering a bit I told Jane the basics and a few good, juicy details.

  Jane’s mouth hung open in astonishment. “Oh my gawd, Melissa, I can't believe you could hold that in. If I fucked him, I would be shouting details to anyone that would listen to me. He is hot hot hot!”

  Laughing, “I'm sure you would. I was a bit leery about telling you about Evan until I was sure it wasn't a one night stand. Well, you know after enough champagne I would have told you about the one night stand, too.”

  Jane put her hands to her heart and laughed, “It sounds as if I’ve rubbed off on you, girlfriend. You’ve done me proud!”

  “You’re terrible, let’s get back to work. Story time is over,” I said pushing her out of our office toward the studio.

  Back in the studio, the models were laughing and joking with each other waiting for direction. My heart raced a bit when a certain gorgeous model gave me a wickedly yummy grin. I smiled and turn away, focusing on my storyboards. Within minutes, everyone returned to the studio, and the energy was up. Film began to roll, and the action was non-stop until the photographer was satisfied.

  As the day was drawing to a close, I headed back to my office to finish up some last minute sketches. Evan quietly slipped in, walking up behind me, whispering in my ear. “Now it's you and me time. I don't have to concentrate on not having a hard-on every time I see you walk into the studio.

  I laughed and whispered back. “Mmmm. I had to have a talk with my nipples today every time I was near you.”

  He gave my ear a quick nip, “I wish this was one of your beautiful nipples. I can’t wait to make you come repeatedly.”

  I bit my lip and moaned, “Mmmm. I will hold you to that promise.”

  “Let's go home, bébé, I need you wrapped around me,” he said with his wicked grin.

  “I want to touch you so badly, I don't think we will make it home before I jump you,” I said flashing him a sexy innocent smile and then hurried to get my things together.

  While I grabbed my purse and coat, I noticed Evan looking at the sketches I had done of him that were scattered across my desk. He seemed interested, but he didn't ask me about them. We walked to the elevator together, again, not speaking to each other. We kept up our professional facade but as soon as we were in the car, Evan raised the glass to give us privacy. I'm sure Charles knew what we’re up to, but I didn't care.

  Evan undid his pants. I pulled my dress up around my waist, showing off my garters. I heard a big growl as I straddled him, and instead of pushing my panties to the side and entering me, Evan ripped my panties right off, pushed them into his pocket and impaled me. We were both so worked up thrusting at each other that we were climaxing in record time. Evan's mouth was on mine stifling our cries of ecstasy.

  While I was still straddling Evan, he nibbled my neck and whispered, “Dinner, mademoiselle?'

  His voice was so sexy even the simplest words made me moan, “Oui. I'm starving now. Let’s go some place yummy and dark since you destroyed my panties.” He winked at me.

  I giggled and squirmed on his lap, and he growled, “Mmmm.” He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, drawing me closer, deepening our kissing, “I like that I'll have better access to you under the table.”

  “Oh my naughty, sexy man…”

  IT'S THURSDAY. Tonight is our last night together, and I was thinking I better make it a good one. Evan took me to work, and I dressed in my naughtiest outfit yet; fishnet stockings with the seam up the back, a black pencil skirt with a high side slit, probably not appropriate for the office, but what the hell, I was feeling bold. On top, I wore a tight black cashmere sweater with a plunging neckline. A leopard print push-up bra and matching thong rounded out my outfit. Yes, he caught a glimpse of my intimate apparel as I finished getting ready.

  “If you would've put that outfit on yesterday for the fashion shoot, I would've made you change. I might not have been able to stop those guys from climbing all over you,” he said with a raised eyebrow.

  “You're so funny,” I giggled. Rising up, I placed a little kiss on his cheek and added, “It's just an outfit.” I giggled again and turned around to the bathroom mirror and applied some lip gloss to kiss-swollen lips.

  Evan quickly moved up behind me, bending me over the grey concrete counter and in one swift move he lifted my skirt, pulled my leopard thong to the side and thrust deep inside of me. Moaning, I lowered my head, closing my eyes and he gruffly commanded, “Open your eyes, bébé; I want you to watch me fuck you.”

  My picked my head up, and my eyes met his in the large beveled mirror. I was watching his gorgeous face as he slammed into me over and over in a claiming fashion. The look was intense, serious as he leaned over me with our eyes still connected and he bit me hard on the shoulder, leaving a mark. In a moaning voice, I screamed his name.

  Reaching around me between my legs, he pinched and rubbed my clit telling me to come. I was panting wildly, contracting my muscles around his huge, hard cock. As Evan came inside of me he growled, “You’re mine, bébé. I don't want anyone touching you or even thinking about touching you.”

  I loved what he just said, I'm his. Oui, I am his… I’m his… and without warning my thoughts shifted and it hit me. I’m only his until tomorrow, and then I will be kicked to the curb for “Isabelle.” No, stop, I whispered to myself, and I pushed that thought from my mind as quickly as it arrived.

  I assured him that he had nothing to worry about, “The only one that will see me today is Jane. I don't think she has any interest in moi.” Easing out of me, Evan kissed my back and instructed me, “Just to be safe, keep your coat on all day and then I will feel better.” I laughed at that request as I readjusted my panties and skirt.

  As Evan zipped up his pants, he told me, “Let’s get going. I have to be on site today. I’ll pick you up after work and take you some place special for dinner before I get you home and take you every which way.” He gave me a wicked grin and spanked me on the ass.

  “Haven’t you already done that, monsieur?”

  “I’m only getting started, bébé.” He pulled me in for a deep sexy kiss before we headed down to Charles and the waiting car.

  We arrived at my stop. I climbed out of the car and then leaned back in to give Evan a passionate kiss before I wandered off. I put a little wiggle in my walk on my way to the building. I knew he was watching because I immediately receive text.

  < Looking for a good spanking, bébé? >

  I laughed and kept walking.

  The day flew by uneventfully. Evan texted me a couple of times to let me know he was really busy and would text me at the end of the day. As the workday wrapped up, I was looking forward to tonight and to making every moment count.

  During my lunch hour, I popped into a lingerie boutique to purchase a little something for our sexy time. Mmmm, my last night in those strong arms and I couldn't wait to see him. Taking my hair down, I added some mascara and lipstick before spraying some parfum on the back of my neck.

  “Getting ready for lover boy?” Jane teased me.

  “Yes, I'm going to give him a night to remember.” I was suddenly giddy with anticipation, and then my bubble was burst when I received a text from Evan.

  < Hey bébé. I can't pick you up tonight. Need to meet with someone. Not sure when I'll be home. >

  My mood took an immediate dive. Thinking why prolong the inevitable, I sent him a text. There was no need to be alone at his apartment.

  < Ok, I'll just head back to my apartment tonight. >

  I received an immediate text back. < NO. I want you in my bed tonight. >

  Well, I was not going to sit in his apartment waiting all night. I decided to ask my “fun” friend to be my partner in crime. “Jane, let's go out and get drunk tonight. My treat. Unlimited champagne.”

  She could see I was upset and didn't question me.
“You don't have to twist my arm. I'm in, girlfriend!”

  I texted Evan back with my plan. < Going out with Jane. >

  Another immediate text popped up. < Charles will take you wherever you want to go. >

  I turned to Jane showing her the text, “Good news, we have a driver.”

  That perked Jane right up, “Woo hoo! Let's leave now! I feel like getting tipsy!”

  I texted Evan back. < Can you have Charles come for us now? Or we can pop in a taxi. >

  He responded quickly. < Charles will be there in five minutes. Have a good time bébé. >

  I was suddenly extremely annoyed and ready to get into some trouble with Jane. < Oh. Don't worry. I will. >

  < Be careful, bébé. > I decided not to respond to his last text.

  Jane and I headed out the door to our waiting car and I greeted Charles with “Bonsoir,” giving him the address to a French bistro in the East Village. Lucien was a quaint restaurant I had wanted to try, and there was nothing like a French dinner to cheer me up. Seated comfortably by the front window, the cork of our first bottle of champagne was popped. I love that my dear friend knew something was definitely wrong, and instead of asking me a million questions, she set about making me forget my woes. She’s known me long enough to know that I would tell all when I was ready. In the mean time, getting champagne-happy was the first thing on our agenda.

  “What are we toasting to, mon amie?” I asked Jane.

  To which Jane exclaimed, “To great sex!”

  “I'll drink to that!” I said, clinking my glass to hers, “Cheers!”

  We laughed while dining on filet mignon smothered with bleu cheese and pomme frites between sips of bubbly. My friend had fabulous stories to tell, she was so animated. I was not sure she was a behind the scenes girl, I could see her in front of the camera, but she insisted no way. The company, along with the food at Lucien, proved to be as good as I anticipated, however, it was a romantic place, and I was thinking how I would love to share a crème brûlée with a certain handsome, blue-eyed man. We were having such a great time. I was not ready to go home yet, and since I hadn't heard from Evan I asked, “Jane, what do you think about hitting a nightclub and dancing off our dinner?”