Chapter 6: A Brilliant Idea

April 16, 2002

Night was beginning to fall in Genovia, and tonight, the wind was blowing hard across all of southern Genovia. The gusts were strong. If you didn't consider the wind, you could say that the temperature was rather mild. Clarisse was sitting at her desk, drinking a cup of tea. She listened to the sound of the gusts of wind and shivered a little. Joseph entered the room through the open doors.

"Your Majesty, would it be possible to have an audience with you regarding the replacement of the outdated computers in the security room?"

"Now?" Clarisse asked.

"If possible, yes. In fact, we could have a rather advantageous agreement with one of our suppliers."

"Come sit down, Joseph."

Joseph closed the door and went to sit on the couch in the suite. Clarisse was sitting next to him. They discussed buying computers, and then just chatted about everything and nothing. Joseph paused and just looked at Clarisse, who was taking a sip of tea, then he spoke into his earpiece.

"Shades, I think this would be the perfect time to update the security system. The Queen is safe since I am in an audience with her in her office."

They heard the clicking of the cameras in the suite as they turned off. Clarisse gave Joseph a questioning look.

"Oh hmmm, actually the system has been due for an update for a while. We were waiting for the best time to do it, since it lasts at least a good hour and during that hour, the cameras and computers are not functional."

"Ah I see."

"And this is, in my opinion, a perfect time, since you are perfectly safe, here, with me." Joseph said as he moved closer to Clarisse to kiss her.

She welcomed the kiss happily. Wanting a little more and feeling the kiss deepen, Clarisse tried to put her cup on the small table next to her. Joseph noticed her difficulty, so he pulled back for a few seconds, to give her free rein, then quickly grabbed her and leaned his weight on her so that she leaned against both the arm and the back of the couch behind her. Both were intoxicated in the moment. They loved and desired each other so much. The kiss became more and more needy and intense. Clarisse pulled on Joseph's black shirt to get it out of his pants. Joseph didn't realize what she was doing, until he felt her soft hands brush his chest under his shirt.

"Your Majesty, don't do that." Joseph said simply.

"I'm sorry Joseph, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Clarisse said softly as she removed her hands.

"No, that's not it. I love it. Too much. It's too cruel to torture me like this Your Majesty."

"I know, it's such torture for me too."

"Are you tortured, Madame?" Joseph asked, half-serious, half-teasing.

"What do you think? That the Queen is made of wood? You're a very attractive man, Joseph, and I'm in love with you. If I weren't the Queen, we wouldn't be talking right now." She told him, smiling warmly.

"Don't tell me that, you're torturing me even more." Joseph murmured before starting his sweet kissing.

Clarisse let him do it, she really enjoyed the feeling of Joseph on her kissing her. She knew it had to stop, but she didn't want to. She put her hands back under Joseph's shirt, which made him throb. He let her do it, because he was enjoying the moment too much to stop her again. He rubbed Clarisse's hips and sides before starting to unbutton her forest green blouse. He only undid the first three buttons. He would have liked to undo it all and take it off completely, but he knew he couldn't. By opening the third button, he had full access to Clarisse's chest, deliciously camouflaged by the beige lace of her bra. He couldn't help but touch and kiss the swell of her breasts. Clarisse had a generous chest, he had noticed it a long time ago, he had long dreamed of touching, tasting her breasts, or even just seeing them. Joseph felt himself harden, he knew they had to stop. He moved away from her, took one last look at her, out of breath, unbuttoned and panting. He didn't even have time to speak, that Clarisse did. "I know Joseph." She said as she closed her blouse.

"Cruel, so cruel." Joseph said as he kissed his Queen's forehead.

She cupped his cheek before he left the room.

Meanwhile, Charlotte was in the hallway next door, talking to herself.

"Why do I always have to surprise them?"

She had entered and almost immediately left the Queen's suite when she saw the scene on the couch. Out of respect and not wanting to spoil their moment, she remained silent.

Later, Joseph was in the bathroom of his room. He was getting ready to take a shower. He couldn't stop thinking about the events that had happened earlier. He was thinking about Clarisse. His Queen, his great love that he had always considered impossible. Tonight, he had had her in his arms for a little while. Tonight he had had an enormous privilege that very few men could boast of having had. Tonight he would have made love to her, if she had not been the Queen of the land. They were in love with each other, they had told each other so, they tortured themselves by not being able to be together. A real torture, that's what it was. For years he had been secretly in love with the Queen. However he could not have her, she was the King's wife, nothing less. He had always been extremely envious of Rupert. Not because he was King, but because he was married to the most wonderful woman this land had ever borne. He had her for himself, she was his. Then when the King died, Clarisse was a widow, he must still be patient. Then Phillipe died. Again, she was in mourning. Then finally, his chance came, in San Francisco. His chance. Not completely. He had a lot of advancement though. Joseph stepped into the shower and let the hot water relax his muscles. He thought about how lucky he was to finally have the chance to hope to have Clarisse for him. That she would be his wife. One day, she would be. Since San Francisco, he had even been in the habit of looking at engagement rings. He hadn't bought anything yet, he hadn't found the perfect ring. In any case, he had plenty of time, since he had to be patient again. Clarisse would remain on the throne for a few more years, until Amelia was 21. He thought again about the events of a little earlier.

"How am I going to resist for another 4 years?" Se, he said to himself.

He thought again and then thought again. He remembered how her skin was so soft, how her scent was intoxicating, how thousands of little freckles defined her beautiful skin. One day he would kiss each one of them. He remembered how exquisite her lips were, how her breasts seemed specially adapted for his hands, how her little moans were sweet, how his blow had seemed to become a vital need, how her thighs seemed welcoming to him. Joseph began to feel sensations in his lower abdomen. He knew what that meant. He was excited. In one movement, he turned the handle of the champlure to the coldest. The water changed temperature almost instantly. However, the jet of cold water was not enough to proclaim his desire. If changing his mind after what had just happened was literally impossible, and the cold shower was not effective, Joseph knew what he had to do. It was not the first time he was going to do this while thinking of Clarisse. He moved away from the jet a little and grabbed its handle with one hand, and masturbated himself. Clarisse invaded his mind. He even had the impression, for a few seconds, of smelling her sweet perfume. His favorite scent, that of his Queen. Clarisse smelled divinely good all the time, even without cologne, Joseph had realized it one evening a few years ago. He had gone to join Clarisse after her for a security meeting, and she had just gotten out of the bath or shower. He knew it from her always damp hair. The scent emanating from the Queen did not go unnoticed. A scent that he recognized among a thousand, but more amplified than usual. He concluded that the scent he knew from Clarisse was influenced by her bath products. A delicious scent of lavender, hibiscus and berries. Maybe a little jasmine too, but he was not sure. In his shower, Joseph remembered over and over his sweet caresses with Clarisse, then he began to imagine her entering his shower with him. He imagined her coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around him and kissing his back. He imagined her stopping the movements he was making on his shaft, to do them herself. He imagined Clarisse giving him a delicious hand job. To his thoughts, he leaned against the shower wall with one hand, and with the other, he increased the speed of his movements on his penis. He then remembered that night, the night of the ball in San Francisco. He remembered her body, so soft, so magnificent. It didn't take much more time to reach his climax. He let out a long white trickle, then took a few seconds to catch his breath. He then went back under the shower jet and turned it back to the right temperature to wash himself. After his shower, he went to bed.

April 18, 2002

Clarisse was in her suite, thinking. What had happened two days before with Joseph had completely stunned her. He was such a gentleman, and he had made her feel like no one else had ever made her feel. At 58, no one had ever had such an effect on her. At 58, she had never even wet, let alone soaked her panties in such a way, and with so little effort. But more than that, she loved this man like she had never loved anyone. She was desperately looking for a solution to be able to have some intimacy with Joseph, but without harming the Renaldi reign. Hell, royal members in many kingdoms have practiced adultery more often than you think without ever having any consequences. There must be a way.

She finally had an idea.

She grabbed the phone she had in her office, and dialed a phone number. About twenty minutes later, Charlotte entered her office.

"Good morning, your Majesty. »

"Oh Charlotte, I need a car, I have a last minute appointment."

"Very well. Paul, I will let Paul know right away, he will prepare a car."

"Thank you Charlotte. Oh and Charlotte, I would like you to accompany me. I will need you."

"No problem Your Majesty."

When they arrived at their destination, that is to say on a property in Rocabruna, a man was waiting for them in front of the large house with Genovese architecture. The two women as well as two members of the security got out of the car.

"Hello Your Majesty." The man began, curtsying to the Queen.

"Hello to you Bernard."

"So, what do you think of the front of the property?"

"It is absolutely magnificent. Almost identical to what I am looking for."

Clarisse noticed Charlotte's questioning face.

"Bernard is a real estate agent. I'm looking for a place where I can take a vacation occasionally. A home of my own. A place where I can escape from my role as Queen."

"Oh, I see. You deserve it."

"So, here's the appraisal I told you about on the phone. I've also done my little research on the property and the current owners. They want to sell because they've had a new vacation home built in Libet. They want a vacation home further away from the big cities." Bernard explained.

"I'm perfectly fine being near Pyrus. I'm happy to take a vacation from my duty occasionally, but I can't 100% disappear."

"Of course. So, this is really the house that I think would best meet your expectations. I've selected three others if this one doesn't suit you. So, are you ready to visit it?"

"Absolutely. » Clarisse replied.

After a good hour of a thorough visit, Clarisse and Bernard were seated at the table on the veranda. Charlotte was near them and the two guards were nearby as well.

"I'll take it." Clarisse said.

"Excellent choice, Your Majesty. So I'm making the purchase proposal on behalf of the crown?" Bernard asked.

"No, actually, on my own behalf." Clarisse clarified.

"Perfect." Bernard replied as he began to fill out the documents.

After signing the papers, Clarisse motioned for Charlotte to come closer.

"Charlotte, could you have Bernard sign a confidentiality agreement please? As I explained to her on the phone, I would like this house to remain a haven of tranquility. If there are journalists every time I set foot in it, I won't be any further ahead. And give an extra copy for the owners too." »

"Yes, I will have them signed without any problem Your Majesty."

Charlotte complied.

"And Charlotte, I would obviously need to make some changes. Take notes please. So, it is seriously lacking flowers and fountains."

"Yes, of course Your Majesty, I know your preferences, I will remedy that." Smile, Charlotte.

"And the living room needs a new color on the walls, it is too dark for a living room. I would also like it to have a workout room upstairs. And the spa outside, as well as all the bathtubs need to be changed. And while we are changing it, I think a gazebo-style arrangement would be nice to put the spa in. We will also need to install a security system. A system that is managed entirely from here. And we will need to change the flooring in the master bathroom and the kitchen. And finally, we will have to furnish this beautiful property. » Clarisse explained.

"Noted, Your Majesty. I will make a selection of furniture and have you approve everything."

"I trust you completely, Charlotte. I am sure that we will place the order after your first selection." Clarisse smiled at her.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Charlotte thanked her.

"Of course, we're keeping all that to ourselves for now." Clarisse asked everyone in the room.

Everyone nodded.