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CH. 17
Stephanie's life had returned to normal. Time had passed and she'd
forced herself not to think about anything. It had been hard, but she
was managing.
Jackie came in and happily asked, "I see we have mail. Anything good?"
"Just lots of bills as usual," said Stephanie, with an ironic smile.
The telephone rang and Jackie answered. It was Mark. "Stephanie, could
you hang up the phone when-"
"Yes don't worry," she said holding the receiver, while Jackie went in
the back room to talk privately with Mark. When Jackie picked up the
extension, she hung up.
She smiled, thinking how Jackie's face lit up when she heard Mark's
voice. They were a nice couple, she thought. Jackie had been
lucky with Mark. Stephanie couldn't say the same about herself. She
was alone. Yes, Guy was attracted to her, but she didn't return his
affections. And she was still attracted to a dangerous multiple-murderer.
It suddenly struck her what she was thinking. What? I'm attracted to
Riddick? No! Who am I pulling a fast one on? That can't be possible.
Her eyes widened. I'm slowly, inexorably falling in love with that man!
She shook her head, thinking she was mad.
Yes, It's because of this, thought Stephanie, trying to convince herself
and chase those dangerous thoughts out of her mind.
She checked the mail: lights, telephone, the bank. She smiled
ironically. My biggest suitors! Then she came to an anonymous letter
addressed to her. She frowned, opening it curiously.
"Tomorrow. At 6:00 pm" was all it said. No signature. No address.
Her heart skipped a beat. Was it Possible? She was concerned but also
strangely excited. How much time had passed? Three weeks? A month?
She knew it was him.
She quickly hid the letter. She still didn't want to let Jackie know
about this. She would have pushed Stephanie into doing something
she was not ready for.
"So, anything interesting?" Jackie had just emerged from the back room,
looking very happy.
Stephanie jumped a little. "No, same things as always," she said, in
the most casual tone she could manage.
Jackie looked at her for a while, studying her, then decided to drop it.
"Know what? Tomorrow Mark and I will go to a party!" Jackie's voice
was full of excitement.
"Wow! That's great!" said Stephanie, sincerely happy for Jackie.
"Now, you must help me pick out a dress!"
Stephanie smiled, resigned. Jackie had already started to talk about
dresses and all the preparations for tomorrow.
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It was 6:00 pm when she arrived at Riddick's house. Fortunately,
Jackie was at the party tonight, so she wouldn't have to worry about her
finding out where she was. She was standing in front of the door. She
was really worried now. What does he want from me? Why am I here? She asked herself these questions and. . . . Am I doing the right thing? She had avoided them all day, but now they echoed through her mind.
She rang the doorbell. She decided not to think. She would see what he
wanted from her, then she would go back home. She repeated these
instructions to herself, trying to strengthen her resolve. But when
Jackson opened the door, she felt all her strength abandon her.
"Good evening Madame. Please come with me."
She nodded and followed him. They went upstairs and he stopped in front
of a closed door.
"Is Mister Ripley in there?"
"No. Mister Ripley will join you later."
Jackson opened the door for her, inviting Stephanie to enter. "He asked
me to tell you that you'll find everything you need in the room and to be
ready by 7:30."
Once she was alone in the room, the same she'd been in a few weeks ago,
she looked around and found a big box on the bed. She smiled. It was all
the same as the first time she'd been there. There was a card attached
that read: "Wear this." She opened the box, a little curious after all.
Under a layer of tissue paper, there was a soft, black dress. She held
it up, admiring it. It was a black, short dress, very different from the
one she wore for Count Armagnac. It was beautiful and original but simple
at the same time.
She put it on and looked at herself in the mirror. It was an odd dress.
It tied in a knot around her neck, with small brilliant stones near
the tie, leaving her shoulders bared. From the tie, it plunged down,
not fitting snugly, but softly wrapping around her body to her waist,
then continued around her hips to mid thigh. The back plunged down
almost to her bottom. It was terribly sexy and exciting to wear.
It was incredible how well he knew her measurements, she thought. He
had good taste. She liked this dress. It was smart, simple, but
very sexy. The shoes he had picked out to go with it were black high
heels.
She decided to put her hair up in a high chignon to emphasize the open
back. Once ready, she looked at herself one last time in the mirror. As
she was doing so, someone knocked on the door.
"Yes? Come in."
"Ma'am," Jackson said, as he opened the door.
"Yes?" she repeated, turning to look at him.
"Mister Ripley is waiting for you downstairs."
"I'm coming," she answered and walked out of the room.
He was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs, leaning against the
banister. Hearing her footsteps, he raised his head. He was wearing
goggles so she couldn't see his eyes. She was nervous.
His face was impassive, betraying no emotions. She slowly descended the
stairs, feeling him observing her, judging, studying all her movements
very calmly. This made her more nervous. She would have liked to run
away but she imposed her self-control.
Once almost near him, she lifted her eyes to look at him. He was simply
amazing. He wore black leather pants, that fit him like a second skin
and a red velvet shirt that clung to him, accentuating his physique. He
smelled so good, as he had just come out of the shower.
"You shouldn't do things like this," she said, indicating the dress she
was wearing.
"Ready?" he simply said.
She nodded.
He lightly grasped her arm and led her into the dining room. She stood for a while, taking in everything around her. The room was
lit softly. No lights were shining directly on them. It was not dark,
but the light shone a soft blue-green. The furnishings expressed
Riddick's character: Black leather and marble with soft, plush carpet in front of an extinguished fireplace. A table had been prepared for two on one side of the spacious room.
He took his goggles off and looked at her. His eyes shined like jewels,
beautiful and unsettling as those of a starved jaguar. She was enchanted.
He came close to her and caressed her shoulder, gently leaning toward her
earlobe, smelling her perfume. She shivered.
Sexual tension filled the air and the silence didn't help. She wasn't
able to talk, she was only mesmerized by him. She swallowed softly.
"Relax," he quietly told her. He moved behind her. She shivered,
feeling the excitement growing in her body. "Relax," he whispered again
in her ear. She closed her eyes and breathed. He ran his fingers over her
bare shoulder. She couldn't move, just stood there waiting for more. Her
body was sensitive to his touch. She was mesmerized by his sensual
magnetism, his husky voice.
"You're so sexy tonight." His lips brushed her earlobe. Another shiver
ran through her. "So sweet," he whispered again. His words made her
growing desire more intense. For reasons she couldn't comprehend,
knowing he found her attractive made her feel good, more feminine.
She discovered herself starting to smile. He noticed this and ran his
finger along her neck, barely touching her. She swallowed and closed her
eyes, feeling the heat of his body against her back.
"Want to eat?" he muttered.
The muscles in her stomach were tense. She shook her head.
He smiled, as if he already knew. With a quick movement, he reached up,
to untie her chignon. Her long, blond hair fell softly down her back in
waves. He ran his hand through it. Leaning closer, he let it brush his
face, smelling her perfume.
"So good," he whispered. He took his hand from her hair and began to
caress her bare back. His touch was so exciting. With his other hand,
he softly caressed her hip then grabbed it, pulling her close against his
body.
His other hand went around her waist, holding her. She stroked it
lightly. He started to kiss her neck, licking his way over her shoulder
then back to her earlobe. It was a delicious torture.
"Mmh..." he groaned. She leaned into him and rested her hands on both sides of his waist, to hold him
closer. A throaty sigh escaped her.
He chuckled. She leaned her head back and tilted her face up
to kiss him. She raised one hand to caress his face. She was loosing her control. It was becoming hard to think. If Riddick hadn't been holding her so close, she probably would have slid down, unable to stand.
"Riddick," she whispered.
He drew his fingers out of her. His other hand reached up and untied the
He made her turn to face him. His gaze met hers and she blushed with embarrassment.
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He whispered so softly
she wasn't sure he'd said it.
His fingers brushed her lips, trailing over her neck. It was such a soft caress, so sweet and full of tenderness.
His touch was almost reverent. She was amazed. She'd never thought he
could be so gentle. She was lost in his touch once more. She wanted him
so deeply. She put her hands on his chest hesitantly. She didn't know
exactly how to move and she felt embarrassed. Last time, it had been very
different: the park, the alcohol she'd drank. But now. . . . Now she was
extremely conscious of what they were doing.
She started to unbutton his shirt. She felt his hot gaze on her while he
caressed down her arms and back up to her shoulders. Now her hands found
his muscular chest and explored it. She felt his power. He was so big.
She let his shirt slide off his shoulders and drop to the floor. He allowed
her to do this while their eyes remained fixed on each other. He leaned
forward and held her in his arms, kissing her deeply. She put her arms
around his neck so she could press her body into his.
He pushed her back down to the floor.
He grabbed her legs and pulled her under him roughly with one swift
movement. He was over her, leaning on his hands.
"So, What are you going to do now?"
She put her arms around his neck to pull him nearer to her. He smiled,
satisfied. He kissed her passionately, leaving her breathless. They loved each other so passionately it was all so overwhelming that later, they where both speechless. Breathless.
When sensations came back, she was near to him, in his hold and he was softly caressing her hair. Both of them naked on the warm hairy carpet near to the out fireplace. Both of them speechless, breathless and devastated by this passion so violent, so unimaginable, so overwhelming. He was lying down, eyes closed. She was embracing him, her head resting
on his shoulder. He was caressing her back softly with his finger tips,
completely relaxed and satisfied from tasting her soft, sinuous body. She
was also very relaxed. It was the first time she had felt like this with
him. She took advantage of his eyes being closed to better observe him.
He looked so calm now.
"What's up?"
"W-what-," She was surprised, feeling like a child caught stealing the
marmalade.
"You're observing me. What's up?" he said quietly.
"I. . . nothing!" She lied, blushing. But how could he know she was
looking at him? He turned his face toward her and opened his eyes.
They were shining like diamonds as he looked at her, amused. He knew what
she was thinking. She blushed again, lowering her eyes.
"I Like it when you blush," he said grinning as he stroked her chin with
his finger. He thoughtfully placed her hand in his. His caramel skin
contrasted with her milky complexion. She smiled, she felt so small next
to him. He held her hand in his tightly, a mysterious look in his eyes.
She took her hand out of his after a while and caressed his chest,
following the lines of his well developed muscles. He closed his eyes
again. It felt good lying here like this. He could have stayed forever.
Her hand found its way down his stomach, following the lines of his
carved abs. Her touch was so delicate. His muscles contracted under her
soft, sexy touch as her fingers reached his lower abdomen. She smiled and
lifted her head. His eyes were still closed and he was breathing very
quietly. Her fingers worked their way lower. He remained very controlled.
She smiled mischievously .
"Mmh. . . trying to tell me something?" His eyes were still closed and
he was smiling, amused. He'd understood her game.
"No-nothing," said Stephanie vaguely with a little amusement in her voice.
"Just-checking your reflexes." She giggled softly.
"Mmh...," he replied quietly, absently caressing her shoulder with his
long, tanned fingers.
Is it possible that he feels nothing? Stephanie was thinking to herself
when suddenly she felt him grab her hips and place her astride him.
"Aah!" His swift move had taken her by surprise.
"Was that fast enough?" he asked, watching her through his eyelashes,
eyes shining, smiling mischievously. He had one hand on her hip and with
the other, he grabbed her hair pulling her down to kiss her languishing
lips.
"So?"
"Mmh. . . " was her only reply. She was overwhelmed by his kiss, his
caress. Comforted by the warmth of his body, she rested her head on his
chest listening to the beat of his heart. She closed her eyes. He was
caressing her back tenderly. She'd never felt so wonderful, so protected
as she did now. Slowly rocked by these sweet emotions, she fell asleep.
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CH. 17
Stephanie's life had returned to normal. Time had passed and she'd
forced herself not to think about anything. It had been hard, but she
was managing.
Jackie came in and happily asked, "I see we have mail. Anything good?"
"Just lots of bills as usual," said Stephanie, with an ironic smile.
The telephone rang and Jackie answered. It was Mark. "Stephanie, could
you hang up the phone when-"
"Yes don't worry," she said holding the receiver, while Jackie went in
the back room to talk privately with Mark. When Jackie picked up the
extension, she hung up.
She smiled, thinking how Jackie's face lit up when she heard Mark's
voice. They were a nice couple, she thought. Jackie had been
lucky with Mark. Stephanie couldn't say the same about herself. She
was alone. Yes, Guy was attracted to her, but she didn't return his
affections. And she was still attracted to a dangerous multiple-murderer.
It suddenly struck her what she was thinking. What? I'm attracted to
Riddick? No! Who am I pulling a fast one on? That can't be possible.
Her eyes widened. I'm slowly, inexorably falling in love with that man!
She shook her head, thinking she was mad.
Yes, It's because of this, thought Stephanie, trying to convince herself
and chase those dangerous thoughts out of her mind.
She checked the mail: lights, telephone, the bank. She smiled
ironically. My biggest suitors! Then she came to an anonymous letter
addressed to her. She frowned, opening it curiously.
"Tomorrow. At 6:00 pm" was all it said. No signature. No address.
Her heart skipped a beat. Was it Possible? She was concerned but also
strangely excited. How much time had passed? Three weeks? A month?
She knew it was him.
She quickly hid the letter. She still didn't want to let Jackie know
about this. She would have pushed Stephanie into doing something
she was not ready for.
"So, anything interesting?" Jackie had just emerged from the back room,
looking very happy.
Stephanie jumped a little. "No, same things as always," she said, in
the most casual tone she could manage.
Jackie looked at her for a while, studying her, then decided to drop it.
"Know what? Tomorrow Mark and I will go to a party!" Jackie's voice
was full of excitement.
"Wow! That's great!" said Stephanie, sincerely happy for Jackie.
"Now, you must help me pick out a dress!"
Stephanie smiled, resigned. Jackie had already started to talk about
dresses and all the preparations for tomorrow.
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It was 6:00 pm when she arrived at Riddick's house. Fortunately,
Jackie was at the party tonight, so she wouldn't have to worry about her
finding out where she was. She was standing in front of the door. She
was really worried now. What does he want from me? Why am I here? She asked herself these questions and. . . . Am I doing the right thing? She had avoided them all day, but now they echoed through her mind.
She rang the doorbell. She decided not to think. She would see what he
wanted from her, then she would go back home. She repeated these
instructions to herself, trying to strengthen her resolve. But when
Jackson opened the door, she felt all her strength abandon her.
"Good evening Madame. Please come with me."
She nodded and followed him. They went upstairs and he stopped in front
of a closed door.
"Is Mister Ripley in there?"
"No. Mister Ripley will join you later."
Jackson opened the door for her, inviting Stephanie to enter. "He asked
me to tell you that you'll find everything you need in the room and to be
ready by 7:30."
Once she was alone in the room, the same she'd been in a few weeks ago,
she looked around and found a big box on the bed. She smiled. It was all
the same as the first time she'd been there. There was a card attached
that read: "Wear this." She opened the box, a little curious after all.
Under a layer of tissue paper, there was a soft, black dress. She held
it up, admiring it. It was a black, short dress, very different from the
one she wore for Count Armagnac. It was beautiful and original but simple
at the same time.
She put it on and looked at herself in the mirror. It was an odd dress.
It tied in a knot around her neck, with small brilliant stones near
the tie, leaving her shoulders bared. From the tie, it plunged down,
not fitting snugly, but softly wrapping around her body to her waist,
then continued around her hips to mid thigh. The back plunged down
almost to her bottom. It was terribly sexy and exciting to wear.
It was incredible how well he knew her measurements, she thought. He
had good taste. She liked this dress. It was smart, simple, but
very sexy. The shoes he had picked out to go with it were black high
heels.
She decided to put her hair up in a high chignon to emphasize the open
back. Once ready, she looked at herself one last time in the mirror. As
she was doing so, someone knocked on the door.
"Yes? Come in."
"Ma'am," Jackson said, as he opened the door.
"Yes?" she repeated, turning to look at him.
"Mister Ripley is waiting for you downstairs."
"I'm coming," she answered and walked out of the room.
He was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs, leaning against the
banister. Hearing her footsteps, he raised his head. He was wearing
goggles so she couldn't see his eyes. She was nervous.
His face was impassive, betraying no emotions. She slowly descended the
stairs, feeling him observing her, judging, studying all her movements
very calmly. This made her more nervous. She would have liked to run
away but she imposed her self-control.
Once almost near him, she lifted her eyes to look at him. He was simply
amazing. He wore black leather pants, that fit him like a second skin
and a red velvet shirt that clung to him, accentuating his physique. He
smelled so good, as he had just come out of the shower.
"You shouldn't do things like this," she said, indicating the dress she
was wearing.
"Ready?" he simply said.
She nodded.
He lightly grasped her arm and led her into the dining room. She stood for a while, taking in everything around her. The room was
lit softly. No lights were shining directly on them. It was not dark,
but the light shone a soft blue-green. The furnishings expressed
Riddick's character: Black leather and marble with soft, plush carpet in front of an extinguished fireplace. A table had been prepared for two on one side of the spacious room.
He took his goggles off and looked at her. His eyes shined like jewels,
beautiful and unsettling as those of a starved jaguar. She was enchanted.
He came close to her and caressed her shoulder, gently leaning toward her
earlobe, smelling her perfume. She shivered.
Sexual tension filled the air and the silence didn't help. She wasn't
able to talk, she was only mesmerized by him. She swallowed softly.
"Relax," he quietly told her. He moved behind her. She shivered,
feeling the excitement growing in her body. "Relax," he whispered again
in her ear. She closed her eyes and breathed. He ran his fingers over her
bare shoulder. She couldn't move, just stood there waiting for more. Her
body was sensitive to his touch. She was mesmerized by his sensual
magnetism, his husky voice.
"You're so sexy tonight." His lips brushed her earlobe. Another shiver
ran through her. "So sweet," he whispered again. His words made her
growing desire more intense. For reasons she couldn't comprehend,
knowing he found her attractive made her feel good, more feminine.
She discovered herself starting to smile. He noticed this and ran his
finger along her neck, barely touching her. She swallowed and closed her
eyes, feeling the heat of his body against her back.
"Want to eat?" he muttered.
The muscles in her stomach were tense. She shook her head.
He smiled, as if he already knew. With a quick movement, he reached up,
to untie her chignon. Her long, blond hair fell softly down her back in
waves. He ran his hand through it. Leaning closer, he let it brush his
face, smelling her perfume.
"So good," he whispered. He took his hand from her hair and began to
caress her bare back. His touch was so exciting. With his other hand,
he softly caressed her hip then grabbed it, pulling her close against his
body.
His other hand went around her waist, holding her. She stroked it
lightly. He started to kiss her neck, licking his way over her shoulder
then back to her earlobe. It was a delicious torture.
"Mmh..." he groaned. She leaned into him and rested her hands on both sides of his waist, to hold him
closer. A throaty sigh escaped her.
He chuckled. She leaned her head back and tilted her face up
to kiss him. She raised one hand to caress his face. She was loosing her control. It was becoming hard to think. If Riddick hadn't been holding her so close, she probably would have slid down, unable to stand.
"Riddick," she whispered.
He drew his fingers out of her. His other hand reached up and untied the
He made her turn to face him. His gaze met hers and she blushed with embarrassment.
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He whispered so softly
she wasn't sure he'd said it.
His fingers brushed her lips, trailing over her neck. It was such a soft caress, so sweet and full of tenderness.
His touch was almost reverent. She was amazed. She'd never thought he
could be so gentle. She was lost in his touch once more. She wanted him
so deeply. She put her hands on his chest hesitantly. She didn't know
exactly how to move and she felt embarrassed. Last time, it had been very
different: the park, the alcohol she'd drank. But now. . . . Now she was
extremely conscious of what they were doing.
She started to unbutton his shirt. She felt his hot gaze on her while he
caressed down her arms and back up to her shoulders. Now her hands found
his muscular chest and explored it. She felt his power. He was so big.
She let his shirt slide off his shoulders and drop to the floor. He allowed
her to do this while their eyes remained fixed on each other. He leaned
forward and held her in his arms, kissing her deeply. She put her arms
around his neck so she could press her body into his.
He pushed her back down to the floor.
He grabbed her legs and pulled her under him roughly with one swift
movement. He was over her, leaning on his hands.
"So, What are you going to do now?"
She put her arms around his neck to pull him nearer to her. He smiled,
satisfied. He kissed her passionately, leaving her breathless. They loved each other so passionately it was all so overwhelming that later, they where both speechless. Breathless.
When sensations came back, she was near to him, in his hold and he was softly caressing her hair. Both of them naked on the warm hairy carpet near to the out fireplace. Both of them speechless, breathless and devastated by this passion so violent, so unimaginable, so overwhelming. He was lying down, eyes closed. She was embracing him, her head resting
on his shoulder. He was caressing her back softly with his finger tips,
completely relaxed and satisfied from tasting her soft, sinuous body. She
was also very relaxed. It was the first time she had felt like this with
him. She took advantage of his eyes being closed to better observe him.
He looked so calm now.
"What's up?"
"W-what-," She was surprised, feeling like a child caught stealing the
marmalade.
"You're observing me. What's up?" he said quietly.
"I. . . nothing!" She lied, blushing. But how could he know she was
looking at him? He turned his face toward her and opened his eyes.
They were shining like diamonds as he looked at her, amused. He knew what
she was thinking. She blushed again, lowering her eyes.
"I Like it when you blush," he said grinning as he stroked her chin with
his finger. He thoughtfully placed her hand in his. His caramel skin
contrasted with her milky complexion. She smiled, she felt so small next
to him. He held her hand in his tightly, a mysterious look in his eyes.
She took her hand out of his after a while and caressed his chest,
following the lines of his well developed muscles. He closed his eyes
again. It felt good lying here like this. He could have stayed forever.
Her hand found its way down his stomach, following the lines of his
carved abs. Her touch was so delicate. His muscles contracted under her
soft, sexy touch as her fingers reached his lower abdomen. She smiled and
lifted her head. His eyes were still closed and he was breathing very
quietly. Her fingers worked their way lower. He remained very controlled.
She smiled mischievously .
"Mmh. . . trying to tell me something?" His eyes were still closed and
he was smiling, amused. He'd understood her game.
"No-nothing," said Stephanie vaguely with a little amusement in her voice.
"Just-checking your reflexes." She giggled softly.
"Mmh...," he replied quietly, absently caressing her shoulder with his
long, tanned fingers.
Is it possible that he feels nothing? Stephanie was thinking to herself
when suddenly she felt him grab her hips and place her astride him.
"Aah!" His swift move had taken her by surprise.
"Was that fast enough?" he asked, watching her through his eyelashes,
eyes shining, smiling mischievously. He had one hand on her hip and with
the other, he grabbed her hair pulling her down to kiss her languishing
lips.
"So?"
"Mmh. . . " was her only reply. She was overwhelmed by his kiss, his
caress. Comforted by the warmth of his body, she rested her head on his
chest listening to the beat of his heart. She closed her eyes. He was
caressing her back tenderly. She'd never felt so wonderful, so protected
as she did now. Slowly rocked by these sweet emotions, she fell asleep.
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