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Godiva: International Woman of Intrigue (Chapter Seven)
20 May, 2010 by chris
Godiva, International Woman of Intrigue
Godiva, International Woman of Intrigue
By Mathew D. Rhys and Chris Lawton
Chapter 7
Memory takes me back as if it all is new again. Flashbulbs blind me as we stand on the 1st-place podium. I am holding a bundle of roses, which Etienne gave to me. The smell of the flowers, coupled with the smell of him, makes my heart beat faster. I feel Etienne's gentle hand on the small of my back, and a shudder crawls up my spine.
I look up at him, as he waves to the crowd. He glances down at me, and flashes a toothy smile. I blush, like a schoolgirl, and look away. I can't help myself. He makes me feel a feeling I have not felt in years.
His blue eyes twinkle—or maybe it's the flashbulb light reflection—and I can see something within them that sends butterflies through my stomach. His hand traces my spine, and my eyes glaze over. I silently wonder how long this ceremony will last. I'm not sure how far I want to go with him, but at the moment, I don't really care.
The camera flashes continue, as does Etienne's waving. But, I find myself growing more and more anxious. Eventually, the reporters filter out, as do the second and third place winners. After a while, it is only Etienne and myself.
We no longer stand upon the podium, but I feel glamorous none the less. It is merely being in the presence of this strong foreigner that fills my mind and colors my vision.
"That was fun," I say, a bit sheepishly.
"Yes, it was," he replies, his accent thick. "But, made all the better by the company."
I silently wonder why I blush whenever he says anything. I feel like a fool. It's a wonderful feeling.
"So, what now?" I say. "Are you returning to France?"
"The race is over," he replies. "There is nothing left for me in America."
"Nothing?" I say. The words come as a shock to me, and I try my best to shield my expression, though I know I am unable to completely hide my disappointment.
"Well, I thought I had found something," he says, a grin forming on his face. "But, I'm not terribly sure this thing wants me to stay. It is, after all, a decision that requires the agreement of two."
He leans in and kisses me deeply. I return the kiss.
"Oh, she does," I say, my eyes fluttering back. "She truly does."
"Then I will remain here," he says, smiling. "For a little while longer. After all, there are still things in your country I desire to see. And I am a man who always strives for what he desires."