The Temptress

by C. J. Fallowfield

  ‘You told me once that Luc doesn’t make love,’ she giggled, the noise making me smile.

  ‘For you I’m prepared to try new things, ma belle,’ I murmured as I kissed her hair. ‘For you I could be tempted to try anything.’

  ‘I can’t Luc, what happened today in my office can’t happen again,’ she replied firmly, but there was a noticeable waiver in her tone.

  ‘You want me as much as I want you, Lulu, I can feel it in your body, hear it in the rapid beat of your heart, your heavy breathing and the fluctuations in your voice. Do not lie to yourself.’

  ‘Even if I do, I don’t want you like this, as some strategic move in a game between you and your wife,’ she muttered stubbornly, shifting slightly in my lap, rubbing across my erection and making me hiss between my teeth at the sensation of the much needed friction.

  ‘Lulu, do you have any idea what restraint I am showing right now?’ I groaned as I fell back on the bed, bringing her down with me, sprawled on my chest, her hip hard against my stiff cock.

  ‘As much as I am. Trust me I know how hard it is.’

  ‘It’s very hard,’ I chuckled, as I thrust my hips up to grind further into her, offering me some temporary relief again, as the pressure sent a surge through my throbbing shaft.

  ‘Not that,’ she gasped as she slapped my arm. ‘Well actually yes, that is very hard. I meant being here with you, seeing you, smelling you, feeling your muscles rippling under mine,’ she sighed as she trailed her fingers gently up my large bicep, making me groan. I felt it all the way to my quivering and frankly desperate cock. I quickly shifted, rolling her onto her back, enjoying the sound of her whimper as her sore backside met with the firm mattress beneath her. I straddled her, pinning her hands above her head as I gazed down at her surprised face.

  ‘Accept my proposal,’ I demanded. ‘Sex with me for two million pounds cannot be such a chore, surely? And if she tries to break her word and refuses to pay you, I will,’ I shrugged, as I stared into her luminous eyes. She quickly closed them and took a deep breath.

  ‘I can’t, please don’t do your Jedi mind control thing when you have me drop my knickers quicker than a whore on a sexual world record attempt. I was so ashamed of my behaviour last time and this morning.’

  ‘You are no whore!’ I snapped back. ‘No one had ever resisted me for so long until I had to woo you for an entire day! This may seem fast to you, but trust me, that was a record for me. Usually I would have women back in my hotel suite in under an hour.’

  ‘Hotel suite?’ she frowned.

  ‘I had a suite in Paris for the women I picked up, so it seems I am the whore, not you. You did not see it, I was so taken with you that I took you to my apartment, yet another first for me. You tried resisting this morning, you’re trying to resist me again now, but it’s futile, we’re meant to be together you and I, Lulu McQueen, I feel it deep in my soul. Breathe, or you will pass out and I’ll be forced to kiss you to revive you.’

  ‘That would suck,’ she nodded as she took in a gasp. ‘You’re so bad at kissing.’

  ‘I could spank you again,’ I chuckled. ‘Lulu, look at me. You know the state of my marriage, it is hardly as if I am cheating on a woman that I have a happy life with, I don’t understand why you resist me?’ Her body had already submitted, her thighs had automatically parted when I’d rolled her onto her back, allowing me to settle between them. Her breasts had swelled, the hardness of her nipples pressing into my chest and her breathing was so erratic. Even her soft lips had swelled, her teeth and her tongue caressing them every so often, making me long to do that myself. I wanted this woman more than anything, but I’d stated my intentions with her, she was yet to state hers and for something more than a sexual relationship, something I’d never really had before, I needed her to meet me halfway. I needed her to admit that she wanted me as much, to agree for us to attempt this together.

  ‘There’s … there’s someone in my life who would be deeply disappointed in me if I let myself surrender to you, if I was involved in the breakup of a marriage. I owe him more,’ she whispered, slowly opening her eyes to look up at me. It was like a punch in my gut and I felt my entire body tense at the thought of her with someone else. I suspected that a woman as beautiful as her might have a man in her life already, but having it confirmed was far more painful than I’d ever imagined.

  ‘You do have someone in your life already?’ I growled, jealousy ripping me apart from the inside out.

  ‘Sort of, it’s complicated,’ she sighed, turning her head to the side, once again breaking our connection. Every time we were close to seeing more in each other’s eyes, she looked away. She was still fighting this.

  ‘I have told you, I will do whatever it takes to make you mine, Lulu, I don’t care what relationship you have with this man, however serious it may be. You wear no rings, so I assume that you are not engaged or married, but whatever relationship you have with this man, I promise you that it will not rival what I can offer you, or how good we’d be together.’

  ‘You can’t say something like that,’ she laughed, as she looked back up at me, surprising me when I was trying to be sincere. ‘We barely know each other.’

  ‘What else is there to know? We have undeniable chemistry, sexual attraction and compatibility, you’ll never lack for orgasms or my attentions. I can make you laugh, I can buy you anything your heart desires and will spoil you every single day. Most importantly I will never let any harm come to you.’

  ‘Unless it’s by your own hand,’ she tutted, with a roll of her eyes.

  ‘Which you will feel again if you don’t explain your reservations,’ I shot back, starting to lose my patience again. Not since her had I been in the presence of a woman I wanted to fuck for so long without achieving my aim.

  ‘My reservations are that we don’t know each other on a non-intimate level, Luc! My life is complicated. I just can’t leap into this blind and hope that our parachutes open and we both land safely, unscathed. You have no idea what I’ve been through since Paris.’

  ‘So tell me, talk to me. What do you need from me to agree to see me? I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want you,’ I stated sincerely. ‘If you think I’m letting you walk away from me without even giving me a chance, then you severely underestimate me.’

  ‘Am I just some sexual plaything to you? Or are you saying you want a real relationship? What do you want from me?’ she moaned as she struggled under me, like a floundering fish out of water, knowing the end was approaching.

  ‘Everything,’ I replied softly, without hesitation, frowning as a flash of fear crossed her face. ‘Why are you so frightened of us?’

  ‘I’m scared that I’m going to fall for you and that you’ll leave,’ she whispered, as tears filled her eyes. ‘I’m picky, Luc. I rarely date men as they don’t meet my exacting standards and when I find one who does, I make them work for me, I test their limits. I run background checks and have them followed, I send one of my girls to try and entrap them, all to make sure they’re not lying to me. I do this to protect myself against anyone who might hurt me and I can count on less than one hand how many have ever made it over those hurdles and as far as my bed, only to come up lacking next to the memory of one bloody night with you! No one stands a chance with me. I’m cautious by nature, Luc and when I’m around you I seem to lose all self-control. Everything with you is so much faster and more intense and that scares me because it means that I could really fall …’ she broke off her rushed impassioned speech, her bottom lip trembling almost as fast as our hearts. Mine was at the point of bursting out of my chest at the inference I’d just taken from what she was trying to say.

  ‘You’re scared because you could fall in love with me?’ I questioned, hope evident in my voice.

  ‘Yes,’ she whispered, some stray tears rolling over the edge of her lashes as my breath caught in my throat.

  ‘Ma belle,’ I sighed, overcome with emotion. ‘You think I don’t feel the same? I do
n’t pursue women, I abstain from sex because of a memory of a perfect day and night with one woman. I was so angry that day I woke to find you gone, I raced to your hotel and waited until the afternoon. I purchased a plane ticket to stalk the departure gates to try and find you before you flew home. When I realised that I’d lost you I even hired an investigator to try to find you from your name and a photograph. When this failed I fucked a countless stream of women to try to get you out of my system, but still you remained. Encore, tout le temps, tu es ici, dans mon coeur. Always in my heart. Does it sound like I am the sort of man who is immune to falling in love with this woman?’ I tightened my grip on her hands, overjoyed to find her fingers curling to grip mine just as hard.

  ‘You really came looking for me? You waited at the airport?’ she asked, her eyes swimming with more tears.

  ‘Oui,’ I stated quietly with a nod, remembering that night so vividly. ‘I stayed for eight hours until dawn, when I had to return for work. You must have left earlier than I expected that day, I had already missed you.’

  ‘No, we left later, much later,’ she replied with a shake of her head. ‘Our flight was overbooked, we were offered a night in The Ritz to give up our seats, so we stayed until the following morning.’

  ‘You were still in Paris? Merde,’ I swore, as I closed my eyes and exhaled heavily. All this time that had been wasted and she’d still been there.

  ‘I went back to the nightclub to try and find you that Sunday night,’ she said softly, making me snap my eyes open in surprise. She bit her lip and nodded with the hint of a sad smile. ‘I even came back to Paris the next year to look for you. I went back to the same club, visited everywhere we’d been together, I tried to remember where you lived to come and find you but …’ she shook her head as tears started to stream down her face. I quickly rolled off her and pulled her against me, tucking her head onto my chest, under my chin. I tore off the pink wig and stroked and kissed her hair, overjoyed to hear that I hadn’t been alone in my irrational obsession with her.

  ‘You came back for me? You really felt it too?’ I asked, my heart racing so fast I feared I was about to have a heart attack.

  ‘Yes,’ she sobbed against my chest. ‘And now you’re here, telling me that you felt the same. I’m actually touching you again after years of dreaming about it, but you’re married and your wife is blackmailing me!’

  ‘And you have a boyfriend,’ I reminded her, ‘but I am not letting this stand in my way, Lulu. I refuse to. I have no choice but to return to Paris tomorrow, I have urgent meetings that are essential to free myself of Myrtille. I will return to London on Saturday morning, spend the weekend with me, like we did in Paris, so we can get to know each other again. I can’t promise not to try to make you drop your knickers again, but I can promise that I’ll wait as long as you need until you decide if I am the kind of man that you could welcome into your heart. All I ask in return is that if I cannot touch you, then neither can your boyfriend. To ask me to abstain from taking you is the most I can offer, you are taking every ounce of my strength, I can’t muster enough to tolerate the thought of anyone else touching you.’

  ‘Trust me, there’s nothing sexual about our relationship,’ she laughed, with a sniff as she reached up to wipe her eyes.

  ‘He doesn’t want you?’ I gasped, amazed at the thought that any man wouldn’t. What was wrong with this imbecile?

  ‘Most definitely not,’ she shot back.

  ‘Is he gay?’

  ‘Luc!’ she sighed. ‘I told you, it’s complicated, but you can trust that I’m not having a sexual relationship with anyone, just as I will have to trust you.’

  ‘So you will meet with me next weekend?’ I asked, full of hope, my heart dropping like a lead weight as she hesitated and pulled a face.

  ‘I can’t see you during the day, I already have plans.’

  ‘Cancel them,’ I ordered.

  ‘I can’t.’

  ‘This stupid boyfriend of yours, who doesn’t know what he has, is more important than us getting to know each other?’ I snapped. ‘My time in England is limited, you know this.’

  ‘I have other commitments and promises have been made for the next few weekends, don’t ask me to break my word to someone. How would you feel if I did that to you?’ she asked, scanning my face. I sighed and shook my head.

  ‘Then I expect to have you to myself for the three nights I am here, Saturday through to Monday until you leave this jackass. Do not give me any excuses. He has you in the day, I have you at night. Merde, Lulu! Do you have any idea how difficult you are making this? I don’t want to share you! I have all these confusing feelings inside of me right now that are unfamiliar. I am jealous. I have never been jealous before. I don’t like this, pas du tout!’ I quickly got up, being so close was too much. I headed to the lounge to pour myself another drink. ‘How are we going to handle my wife?’ I asked, as I knocked back a good glug, trying to get my mind off how badly I wanted to fuck the woman currently lying on my bloody bed.

  ‘She’s having me followed, hence the disguise coming here. I can take evasive measures when required and I’ve set wheels in motion to protect myself if she tries to expose me, just worry about yourself and what you need to do,’ Lulu replied as she wandered over to me. ‘I need your laptop to remove the tracking software we have inside.’

  ‘Jesus Christ,’ I sighed, shaking my head as I shoved my hands through my hair. I strode over to the lounge to retrieve my laptop from the briefcase and opened it up on my desk in the corner.

  ‘Don’t worry, I know the password,’ she advised with a smile, as she grabbed it and slid it towards her. I watched as she typed and got in first time, raising my eyebrows in surprise. ‘It’s not my first day on the job,’ she grinned. ‘Change your password when I’m done. I’ll disable everything but the system that’s scanning for other spyware. We think your wife has access to it too, so until we confirm it’s clean if you have any important meetings, don’t put them on this calendar. I know you’re seeing Crédit Agricole and the Bank of China this week, assume that she does as well. It may be wise to pay in cash for a new laptop and feed this one fake data for her, so you avoid raising her suspicions.’

  ‘This is your life, this is what you do?’ I asked, both shocked, yet stunned and impressed at the same time.

  ‘It’s not all chatting up men in bars,’ she shrugged. ‘Surveillance plays a key part in catching out cheaters and now I’ve decided that setting them up is against my moral code, it’s going to play a larger part. There, done,’ she advised as she shut the lid and held out her hand. ‘Mobile next.’

  ‘You’re bugging my mobile too?’ I shook my head in disbelief as I grabbed it from my briefcase and slid it over to her. I watched as she opened it up and removed the battery, then grabbed some tweezers from her bag and extracted what looked like a tiny black speck from the core of the phone, loaded the battery again and quickly reassembled it, handing it back to me.

  ‘She doesn’t appear to have placed any devices in your phone, but that’s not to say she can’t access records of your calls. If we’re going to continue to communicate without her finding out, you’ll need to get a burner phone, one you change weekly. Pay cash for it and only use it to contact me or a member of my team if I’m absent, or for your business affairs you don’t want her to know about. Don’t give the number to anyone that you don’t trust implicitly,’ she advised, scribbling on a piece of paper. ‘Here’s my personal mobile number and email. She won’t be able to trace any calls, texts or emails between us this way. I’d suggest getting new key cards for your suite and refusing access to any staff unless you’re in the room with eyes on them at all times. I can have one of my team come and sweep it for devices every day for you as well if you want. I suspect she’s either having someone watch the hotel, or she has someone here on her payroll. When we meet next weekend it would be best somewhere else.’

  ‘This is a lot to take in,’ I sighed, rubbing my face with my ha
nds. It was like I was in a Bond movie or something.

  ‘If you want to be free of her then it’s a small price to pay. I need to go,’ she stated, as she strode over to the bedroom and grabbed her wig.

  ‘Already?’ I exclaimed as I stood up and marched over, watching her twisting her natural brunette locks and quickly covering them with the pink hair. ‘But we’ve barely accomplished anything.’

  ‘We have, Luc,’ she replied as she skipped around me, retrieving her hat from the coffee table and slipping her bag across her shoulders. ‘Eight days ago you were just a memory, now we’re talking and arranging meetings.’

  ‘Dates,’ I corrected as I quickly caught her arm and hauled her against my body, an arm wrapped tightly around her waist. My cock throbbed to have her so close, to hear the throaty moan that left her throat. I reached up and held her chin, angling her flushed face up to mine. ‘Spoken for or not, sex or no sex, let me be clear that when we are together next weekend, it will be a date. I will be wooing you, Lulu McQueen and I expect you to fall for my charms as fast as you did last time. But if my cock is not back inside you by the time I leave for Paris next Tuesday morning, then I will consider our relationship to have been a failure and move on.’