by Fifi Flowers
After saying our goodbyes to Jennie and thanking her profusely for watching Emma, Evan gave me a wink, grasped my hand and pulled me out the door.
As we crossed the lobby, we were greeted by Phillip who opened the door for us as we dashed towards Charles and our waiting car. “Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Duke. Enjoy your night out,” he called out behind us. We both smiled and laughed as we wish him a Merry Christmas before ducking into the car and out of the cold.
Stepping into Luc-Julien’s establishment in the Bowery district, I was completely enchanted as French music instantly filled my ears, and I sighed breathlessly, “Ooh la la, I feel as if I’ve been transported to Paris.” The dimly lit, dark wood paneled restaurant was gorgeous and quite romantic with stunning chandeliers hanging throughout. The walls were painted a dark grey and filled with alternating large antique mirrors and Parisian style paintings. The seating was sexy; lush red velvet sofas and masculine black leather chairs, both adorned with fancy pillows.
We were seated in the back of the bistro in a small private enclave equipped with a drapery that could be pulled for full privacy. Our candlelit table was as elegantly dressed as we were. We watched Luc-Julien as he made his way through his restaurant, stopping to shake hands with many of his patrons before he joined us to say “allo.” He was extremely charming as he described two special three-course meals he had put together for us; allowing us to taste a variety of his restaurant’s delights. My mouth waters in anticipation as each incroyable course arrived accompanied with a new glass of wine that complemented each dish.
Sampling our two desserts, I closed my eyes, licked my lips, and softly moaned as my taste buds danced with delight. Evan inquired softly against my neck while slipping his hand into my panties and dipping two fingers inside of me, “Shall I close the drapery? I would be happy to spread you on the table and finish this meal with you as the dessert. I’m sure you would taste even better than that treat you are savoring with sexy yummy noises.”
I smiled around the spoon in my mouth and slowly opened my eyes to a pair of intense blue ones, “Oh monsieur, you are a naughty boy. I like it! Perhaps you would like to join me in the powder room.”
“I’m thinking you should meet me in Luc-Julien’s office,” he said pulling his hand from between my legs. Then with a smirk plastered across his beautiful face, he stuck his finger into his mouth and rose up from the table. Then quickly, he turned and strutted down a hallway.
I waited a few minutes before I slowly got up and headed in the same direction. I wasn't sure if I was going the right way, but then a strong hand grasped my arm and pulled me into a room. “Mmmm. Alone at last,” I purred as my man twirled me into his muscular chest and captured my mouth with a deep passionate kiss.
Not knowing how much time we had, Evan bent me over Luc-Julien’s desk and ripped my panties in half. Stuffing them into his pocket, I heard his zipper before I felt him slip deep in me. “Oh bébé, j'aime être enterrés à l'intérieur de ta chatte. I love being buried inside of your pussy.”
“Oh mon dieu. J’adore your cock, monsieur,” I panted softly as he slid into me over and over. I pushed back into him, wanting more and gasped, “Harder, pleeeease.” Feeling his grip on my waist tighten as he plunged deeper with each stroke, he sped up his movement as I cried out, “oui oui oui.” My pussy started to spasm, tightening around his thick cock and just when I couldn't take any more, I felt Evan join me, coming inside me as he growled my name then collapsed over my body. As I began to catch my breath, I thought this was truly a parfait ending to a delightfully romantic meal.
On our way out the front door of the bistro, Luc-Julien sporting a Cheshire cat smile on his face, handed us two tall paper cups of chaud chocolat for our evening stroll. Yes, Evan was taking me to see the holiday windows. Bundled up in full-length wool coats, gloves, scarves, hats, we braved the cold. Out on the street, Charles was waiting. He promptly deposited us on Fifth Avenue, near Rockefeller Center, where we began our promenade. The streets were filled with people milling about, taking in all the Christmas decorations. All the familiar sounds and smells of the holiday time in Manhattan surrounded me and brought a smile to me face.
As we stumbled upon our first window, I drew a breath and sighed as the display; an adorable children's wonderland. “A window for Emma!” I exclaimed.
“Next year we will bring Emma, bébé. It's too cold for her to be out tonight. I look forward to seeing the twinkle in her eyes, like yours, when she sees her first holiday window.” I smiled up at him and he pulled me closer, giving me a chaste kiss. “Let's keep going. There are more windows for you.”
As always, the city was truly magical during the holidays. Last year I saw only a few windows, but tonight I was ready for more. I would always miss my parents the most during this time of year, but tonight I felt like my parents were looking down and smiling. This tradition was so important to them. I knew they would be thrilled that I had continued it with my own family. Oui, I had a family. I was so extremely happy, and I had Evan to thank for that.
“One last window, bébé.”
Evan moved behind me, covered my eyes with his hands then maneuvered me so that I was standing right in front of the window. As he pulled his hands away, I saw huge icy blue and midnight blue sparkly ornaments hanging from the ceiling along with jeweled strands of beads. My eyes were dazzled; I was mesmerized by the colours. Then my eyes gazed straight into a pair of intense blue eyes that I was very familiar with, and I gasped. The photo was new, but suddenly, I felt like the hands of time had reversed. A year ago, I stood in front of this very window with my heart racing, captivated by a gorgeous man and tonight once again I found myself whispering, “Oh what I would love to do with you.”
“Mmmm. That’s what I was hoping you would say. Let’s go home, bébé. You need to show me what you would love to do with me,” he growled with a devilish grin on that amazing face.
And just like a year ago, Evan grabbed my hand, quickly guiding me to our waiting car. Before we pulled away, I thanked that window. That wonderful holiday window made my life parfait. It truly was a window to love!
Fin – The End
I hope you enjoyed Evan and Melissa’s tale of love in A Window to Love, book one of my Window Series. Evan and Melissa will be in future books and you will see their story take more twists and turns. But for now, the Window series continues with Jane and Zach in Hollywood.
Please enjoy an excerpt from Book Two, Chapter One – Book Title to be announced.
Excerpt subject to change in final edit.
HERE I WAS, returning to L.A. from London, more specifically to Hollywood, the land of palm trees, sunshine, fake tits and starlets. Like the rest of the hopefuls looking for glitz, glamour and fame, I was about to take a monumental gamble. I would be putting all my time, effort and money into a film project that would either make me or break me. This time around in tinsel town things were going to be quite different. I did have some contacts and credits to my name, but it was the blockbuster, mega hit I was striving for this time. Hell, yes, an Oscar award would be nice too, but one thing at a time.
Riding in the back of a town car to the house I rented in the Hollywood Hills high above the Sunset Strip, my cellphone rang. “Hey Jer. I'm on my way to the house now. As a matter of fact, I'm almost there.”
“You're going to love it, man,” Jer remarked, sounding like a typical salesman. “There are a few perks you won't believe.” Jerry Burns was my long time agent and sometimes friend; it depended on whether he was trying to screw me over or not.
“Pulling up to the gate now, hang on, let me punch in the code,” I said leaning out of the car window, keying in the correct numbers and watching the gate swing open. “Okay, I'm in.” Winding our way up a slick, stamped-concrete driveway I added, “Wow, looks good from the outside. Better than the photos you sent me.”
“It should be at the rate you're paying,” he reminded me.
“Aye, I told you not to mention
that again,” I reprimanded him.
The ultra modern two-story house was truly stunning, sitting pristinely on a cliff facing out to the Pacific Ocean. The concrete and steel architectural structure featured sleek, clean lines, a flat roof and glass windows from floor to ceiling.
“Wait until you wake up every morning in the master bedroom,” he said, still trying to sell me on the property that I was paying an absorbent amount to rent for six months to a year. “The corner is completely glass, and looks toward downtown L.A. on one side and the ocean on the other.”
“Sounds great, buddy,” I said half listening to him as I made my way up the front steps that were carved out of natural stone. “I'm heading in the front door now.”
Turning the custom egg shaped brushed-brass door knob, I stepped onto a raised slate floor entrance and took in the open space concept. My driver carried in my bags: I took care of him and locked the door behind him. Turning my attention to the interior design, I saw teakwood accents and hardwood flooring throughout the bottom floor. A retro lighting fixture with three large white globes suspended at various lengths, hung above a large, off-white, sectional sofa in the living room. Beyond the sitting area, a round stone dining table with ornate metalwork with wood and leather seats sat in front of huge glass window that looked out to the backyard.
I was in awe as I gazed around and the only words I heard from Jerry were, “Kitchen is stocked with your favourites.” Upon hearing those words, I ventured further into the house as he rattled on.
A steel rail ran along the three floating steps that took me down from the entry way and into the main living area. I stopped and took a look around. It was old Hollywood for sure and if my luck held, maybe somebody way back in the day lived here when they created a hit movie and their magic would rub off on me. To the back of the house I saw the kitchen and made a beeline for it. It was a massive room, outfitted with teak cabinets, concrete counters, steel appliances and a dark slate floor. I opened the fridge and marveled at the extensive selection of food and beer Jerry had stocked for me. That guy really knew his ales. I reached for a one, twisted it open and took a good long pull of the cold dark brew before turning around to look out the window at my expensive view. And what a view it was! Between me and the view of the Pacific Ocean was a naked woman about to dive into the pool.
“Uhhhhhh... Jer... Is anyone else staying at the house?” I inquired in a wavering voice.
“No,” he answered quickly and asked, “Why do you ask?”
Captivated, I watched her swim a lap in the flat, reflective, grey bottom pool before she pulled herself up and out and walked to a lounge chair to lie down. My eyes never left that body but my attention does turned back to Jerry long enough to say, “Gotta go, Jer. Call you in a couple of days.”
“You ok, Zach? I heard Jerry ask.
“Yeah... Yeah... I'm a... just completely overwhelmed with the view,” I stammered, taking a swig from the amber bottle I was gripping a bit too hard.
“I told you it was an amazing place,” he announced proudly.
“Oooh yeah...” I chuckled. “You have no fucking idea,” I answered then disconnected, as the sun goddess rubbed lotion into her gorgeous body.
I moved into the dining room area which was just off the kitchen and finished my beer while looking out at that marvelous view and contemplating my next move. If I walked out there I might scare the shit out of her. It would also be a shame if she covered up that hot body. She was thin, but not too thin: her curves were all in the right places and she had luscious tits I'd love to fuck. Lusting in her direction, I realized I was a peeping Tom; correction, make that a peeping Zach. As my curiosity got the better of me, I realized I needed to make my present known and give her the option of putting clothes on. First, I grabbed another beer from the fridge before I head out.
As I stepped out through the steel framed sliding glass door to introduce myself, she got up on her hands and knees giving me a full view of her bare pussy before she laid flat on the chaise lounge. “Holy shit!” My mouth began to water and my cock was instantly as hard as a rock. Taking a deep breath I adjusted myself, slip on a pair of shades and headed toward the vision of loveliness.
“Hey there sun worshiper,” I said flashing my pearly whites, looking over the top of my sunglasses so that she could see the naughty gleam in my eye.
TIME TO SAY “merci” to a few people…
First, I must thank my best friend Tammy Kat for introducing me to romance novels and I dedicate this book in her memory. I hope that my book is available for you in heaven.
To ma maman, I bid an ENORMOUS thank you even though you will probably never see these words. It’s you and me against the world. I love you!
A big thank you to all of my family and friends that have encouraged me when I got this wild idea to finally sit down and write a romance novel. How many times did I hear; HURRY UP… I CAN’T WAIT TO READ IT… IS IT DONE YET? Well, now I have an answer for all of you; hurry up, read it, are you done yet… Did you love it?
Gigeebelle thank you my friend, for being the first one to laugh, to cry and to lust after my handsome leading man.
Carmela, Gloria, Stacy and Rosee thank you for reading my book and giving me valuable input. It encouraged me to set a publishing date knowing you all loved my story.
JT Formatting, thank you for making my words come to life.
Once Upon a Book Cover, you took my artwork and made it look amazing.
And last but far from least… to my amazing editor, Ruthie Bradford, I say, MERCI BEAUCOUP! You motivated me every step of the way and without you I would probably be months away from publishing. It has been a pleasure working with you and I hope you are ready, mademoiselle, because we have a series to finish!
“Art is an experience that transcends all cultural boundaries... it makes us feel!”
– Fifi Flowers
FIFI FLOWERS IS an internationally known artist who paints her daydream city of Paris, adding her special flair of whimsy and fun to the iconic images of Paris. Beautiful things that surround her daily life are what inspire her to paint. Setting a mood... playing with colour... experimenting with patterns and textures... painting on canvas or archival paper.
Fifi has taken her love of Paris and romance to the pages of her first novel, A Window to Love, due out on August 11th, 2013. Fifi's love of writing began at a very young age, and finally, during the fall of 2012, she sat down, and instead of putting paint to paper, put her pen to paper and began her first novel. A Window to Love is the first in her series of eight romance novels.
Fifi has a bachelor's degree in Art and a minor in Art History from California Polytechnic University. She also attended UCLA Film School for Production Design.
Fifi resides in the Los Angeles area of California… but part of her heart resides in Paris, France.
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