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Godiva: International Woman of Intrigue (Chapter Eight)
27 May, 2010 by chris
Godiva, International Woman of Intrigue
Godiva, International Woman of Intrigue
By Mathew D. Rhys and Chris Lawton
Chapter 8
Etienne surprised me with breakfast in bed the next morning. The eggs smelled good, the bacon even better. Really, it was just being with him that was the best of all. I sat up in bed, being careful to hold the sheet over my body, though I wasn't sure why--it certainly was not something he hadn't seen before.
"Hello," he said as he set the tray on my lap. "A breakfast fit for the queen you are."
"This looks wonderful," I said, looking over the food. I glanced around the room. The previous night had been a bit of a blur, I suppose, as we had moved from the raceway to a restaurant and then out dancing. I remembered plenty of alcohol, though I don't think I got too drunk. I still don't remember making it back to his hotel room, though I vividly remember the things we did after we got here.
He sat down in the bed and embraced me. His robe did little to separate me from his strong arms, and the steel feeling of his muscles. A shiver started at the top of my head, and made it's way down through my body.
He grabbed a fork and joined me, and we ate ravenously, replacing calories we had burned the previous night. When we were done, we sat back against the headboard of the bed, and I leaned against his shoulder. He placed a single hand on my arm, and we stay like that for what seemed like hours. In his arms, I was truly content.
We were shaken from our private reverie when the clock struck eleven. I broke our embrace and got dressed. I had a lunch date with Hugh, and after the way I had left him in the pit, well, Hugh would never let me hear the end of it. I kissed Etienne one final time as I left his hotel room. It was only for a moment, but I could still feel his kiss lingering on my lips as I rode the cab across town.