Hello! Thank you again for all your messages! It helped me a lot to continue!
My final exams are in two weeks, so I might not be able to write a lot, but I will try, because I like to write this story!
Okay, so here we go, this chapter is the lunch between Chloé and Charles. The next one will be the supper with Joe and Elsie.
Reviews always welcome if you want.
Hope you'll like it!
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"Come in! It's open!"
Charles did as he was asked and carefully opened the door.
"Where are you?" He took off his coat and put it on the hat stand beside the door.
"Kitchen!" He made his way into the flat, though the living room, to the kitchen.
"Hello." Charles put his hands on her shoulders. Chloé kissed him quickly on the corner of his mouth. He removed his hands.
"Charles? Could you open a bottle of wine? It's on the table. I'm almost done here." She kept her eyes on the pan before her and didn't see him go out to the living room. Chloé had put some flowers on the table. The table setting was perfect, as well as the wine.
"Elsie never chose the good wine. She never knew how to choose it, even when I tried to teach her. But she trusted me to choose it." He smiled fondly. Then, a memory from a long time ago came to his mind.
"Who was it ?" Charles asked while he made his way out of the bathroom to their room.
"Room-service. You were in the bath, so I ordered everything. French omelettes, and Tiramisu for dessert." Elsie walked slowly to him, and put her hands on his chest, then around his neck.
"Hmm... Sounds good to me. Why don't you get in bed while your amazing husband puts everything on a tray for you." He swayed her sweetly in his arms, and their eyes never left each other.
"Well, my amazing husband, I must say that is an excellent idea."She kissed him quickly and started to undress immediately. He looked at her lovingly for a moment, and then turned to start preparing the tray.
"Els, darling?"
"Yes?"
"What the hell is that?" he asked and turned to her.
"That's wine."
"Baby, I can assure you, that this stuff is anything but wine."
"Oh, I chose wrong …"
"Very wrong... "
"Is that so bad?"
"Yep, but you know what?" he asked with a little smile that she thought was so adorable.
"No, what?" Elsie answered, standing a little in the bed, with the bed sheet tight around her. He put the bottle down on the tray and walked slowly to the bed, before putting in hands on the mattress next to her.
"Because you are the prettiest, sexiest, most intelligent, and funniest woman in the world, and because you are mine, I don't mind if you have bad taste in wine." Elsie laughed slightly, before pulling him down for a kiss, and looked straight into his eyes.
"Well, I'm a lucky woman. Because, indeed, I am all yours." Elsie kissed him again, and pulled him on top of her. Soon the bed sheets were all around the floor, and both of them forgot all about the wine.
"All finished!" Chloé said, startling Charles and putting him out of his dream.
"And what a dream ... " he thought.
"How is the wine I chose?"
"Perfect, as always."
"Good. Shall we?" Chloé sat down at the table, Charles on the other side. They talked a little. She explained to him about her new project. Chloé was a photographer. She and Charles had met during one of his trips to France, for a conference. During lunch, he tried to explain to her the new case he was on, but she didn't listen.
"A lawyer is boring. I know that now ..." he thought.
"Charles? Won't you compliment me on my meal today?"
"Yeah, sorry. That was delicious. Really, thank you." He tried to touch her hand, but before he had any chance to do it, she took him by surprise.
"And I'm sure you will like the dessert even more."
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Chloé had told him to make himself comfortable on the sofa, while she went fetch the dessert. She came back 10 minutes later, with a little, very little, negligée. She then sat on the sofa beside and him and took his face between her hands to kiss him.
"Charles, what's wrong ?" Chloé asked when she realised that his body didn't respond to her.
"Nothing, it's just … I must be tired and nervous about the trial next week." He bent down to kiss her. But then, she did something that made him stop the kiss. She moaned. She moaned loudly into his mouth. And that made him stop. Of course he stopped! That was Elsie's thing. To turn him on, or to annoy him. She was sexy and funny at the same time, so she used to do that...
He had kissed other women after his divorce, but none of them had done that. Or not that loudly, at least. And he stopped, because after the memory he had had just an hour ago and then that, it was too much. So he stopped the kiss.
Chloé was starting to be upset about all of this. It had been almost a month since the last time they had had sex. They didn't "make love." She was not in love with Charles, but he was nice and gentle, and knew how to do IT. It was so easy with him. She was attractive, and he always responded to her body. But not today, and she was vexed.
"You know what, Chloé? Maybe I should head back home and have a rest. I'm really tired... I'll call you later, okay?"
"Yeah, okay." They both stood up, and she took him to the door. When she opened the door, she kissed him sensually on the lips.
"Yeah, have a lie-down, and think about what you won't do to me today." Then, she closed the door. Strangely, Charles felt relief, and drove back home.