The Frenchman and I continued talking for the rest of the bottle. He deftly kept my glass filled but I'm wise and old to that trick and made sure that he matched me glass for glass and sip for sip. Eventually I asked him if he thought he needed to get me drunk to steal my kisses. His skin burnt and darkened but he didn't comment and after that he seemed to relax and drank more naturally.
Alpha was always on my mind and in my line of sight. He grinned at me every now and again. Always proud of me, he likes it when I "get my flirt on" as he calls it. He likes that he's the one taking home the girl that all the men are picturing naked.
"Coquette, shall we have dinner this week? You amuse me and I would like to learn more." I barely had time to answer as Alpha came to claim me. I introduced him to the Frenchman and they spoke briefly about some rugby thing. As we were leaving the Frenchman handed me his card and told me to call him soon. I took it without hesitation and slipped it into my bag. I nodded once and I left without kissing his cheek.
Amazing to read your writing is lovely
Posted by: Jem | 03/31/2009 at 08:24 PM
Thanks for both of your kind comments. Please keep reading and feel free to "confess" on the confessional page! XXX
Posted by: The Kept Woman | 04/01/2009 at 08:47 AM