Edouard had been captivated and so had she.Edouard had been captivated and so had she. Had it not been for each of their positions, she felt sure that he would have married her, but she was accepting of the fate that they shared, and she could only feel gratitude in having found such a wonderful benefactor. There he was! He bent down to give his wife Sylvie a perfunctory kiss on the cheek. She demurely dropped her head, and ducked out of the crowd, but not before intercepting a wink from her lover. She hurried back home, anxious to prepare for his arrival that evening. He arrived at about 10:00, and immediately swept her in his arms and began dancing her around the kitchen. She laughed breathlessly, feeling his excitement build up, as did her own. He kissed her face, her hands, and would have pressed his lips to her soft breasts had she not pushed him away. "But, Edouard, we have not eaten yet!" "I'm trying to, but you won't let me." "But, Edouard, I spent all night cooking for you! Surely you will have just one taste of my gumbo, eh?" "I know that you make the best gumbo in New Orleans, in the world." He knelt down and began biting at the soft flesh in front of him through the silk of her dress. "Please, I want to eat another delicacy now." She gently pushed his head away. |