The Ambassador and Me: an unlikely love story (The Ambassador Trilogy Book 1) (14 page)

Making my way to my desk, I had a whole day’s work ahead of me. General Gerard had to be at three meetings, and I needed to prepare him. I had put in two hours when he arrived in high spirits. He was giddy and that was not like him. Maybe he got lucky over the weekend? I tried to dismiss that thought.

“How are you, Isabella?” he smiled at me and I actually saw his teeth.

“I’m good,” I lied. The last place I wanted to be was at work. I had so much work to do and my mind was not in it. I was exhausted and upset over the flowers. I glanced at my phone to see what time it was.

“Glad to hear that. Is everything ready for me today?”

“Yes, everything is ready and when you get settled I will come in and go over it with you.” I forced a smile. As he did every day, he didn’t answer me. I knew by now that meant “yes”.

I ran down to get more coffee in the cafeteria before he called me in. I didn’t feel comfortable walking into Fabrice's office and drinking his coffee, especially now. I might not get out of there. But while I was stirring in the cream, Fabrice walked by the cafeteria noticing I was there.

His hands were in his pockets as he smiled at me. He was beautiful. He looked naughty and refreshed. His hair gelled back, his suit black and his tie a sapphire blue matched his eyes. He came up behind me and, since no one else was in the cafeteria, he whispered.

“I would give anything to put you on the counter and bury my face in your cunt right now.”

I almost dropped my coffee. My body reacted to the nearness of him. I knew this would be odd once we slept together. How could it not be? Before I could look at him or answer, he was talking again.

“Who sent you flowers?” he asked.

“My ex-boyfriend. It’s nothing. He’s not over me yet, obviously.” Fabrice didn’t need to know the details of Anthony yet.

“He better get over you quick. If I need to talk to him, say the word. Look at me.” I was so afraid someone would walk in and see us talking. I kept looking around to see if anyone was close to the door.

I looked at him. His dominance stirred something inside me. My need for him became insane. He licked his lips, winked, and walked out. My head and clit couldn’t take much more and it was not even noon.

Around two o’clock we received emails that an emergency meeting was being called in Fabrice's office. Paris had received a terrorist threat. It was nothing credible, but the U.S. had picked up chatter. This chatter had everyone concerned. I rushed into the meeting along with the General Gerard, carrying and dropping papers all over. For whatever reason, maybe it’s the uniform, he feels he is to “arrive” and I have to be his pack mule. He pissed me off with his arrogance. His niceness from earlier wore off once his day began and he had sat through three other meetings.

This meeting was a bit of a surprise. We were informed all of us were leaving for Paris in two days, and we had to report to the airport at noon. No need to come into work the next day, just show up at the airport and make sure we knew we would be staying for two to three days. Christ, they were serious when they said we would be going to Paris at a moment’s notice. I didn’t think it would be this soon. I had to make sure my passport was where I thought it was.

I looked at Fabrice. Elizabeth sat next to him giggling like a twelve year-old. If she knew what he had done to me she wouldn’t be smirking as she was. I kept my head down as much as possible, trying to concentrate on the work, though Fabrice was sitting across from me. I sucked his cock in his kitchen and now were discussing ISIS in a meeting with generals and ambassadors and planning to travel to France. I caught his eye in between a short break and he winked at me. I smiled back as my cheeks became hot and I was afraid Elizabeth saw the connection between us.

During a five minute break, my phone vibrated and I thought it was Avery texting me. There are signs everywhere in the embassy that warn against using your cell phone. I still kept mine on and apparently the Ambassador did as well. I looked at my phone and it was Fabrice. My face instantly heated up as I read.

I want to taste you so bad right now. Are you wearing panties?

I’m commando. Clear the room. Go 2 lunch with me after

I have to be at another meeting. Can I come over tonight?

9?

Perfect

I finished my day anticipating Fabrice coming over that evening and worrying about what I would take on my trip. I rode the train to the market and took my time finding the ingredients for our dinner. I bought a few items for traveling and I noticed Avery had texted me several times to call her, but I ignored it. I would see her soon and she usually texted me for something stupid. When I walked down the driveway to our condo, I forgot about the car sitting out front earlier that morning; I remembered when I noticed the car was not there. Once I walked inside, I found Avery franticly pacing the kitchen.

“Why the fuck didn’t you answer me, Izz?! I have texted you a hundred times telling you to call me.”

Suddenly a pain ripped inside my gut. The one time I ignored her, it was important. She wouldn’t have ignored me. How could I have been so selfish?

“I’m sorry. I was in meetings all day. What’s wrong?”

“Anthony tried to break in here! That car out front was him. I was taking a shower and I heard him try to use his key to get in. When that didn’t work he tried the windows. I wanted to call the police but I didn’t know what to do without talking to you. I saw him. He was right outside the door and he looked crazy.”

“Are you sure he was trying to break in?”

“Come on, Izz. He saw you leave and didn’t see my car. He had no idea you had the locks changed. When his key didn’t fit, he started yelling and then he tried to get in through the window. This is becoming serious now.”

“Christ, I don’t need this right now. Why can’t he leave me alone? He somehow found out where I work. He sent me flowers today and look at this card that was on them.” I fished in my purse for the white index card attached to my morning surprise. Avery’s eyes grew huge as she read it.

“He’s not going to leave you alone, ever. He followed you and knew you were with Fabrice. I hate that this is happening to you, but I’m afraid of what he might do next. I mean come on. Look what he already did to you.”

“Let’s not bring it up.” I tried to block that horrendous night out of my mind.

I poured a glass of wine, flopped on the couch, and tried to collect my thoughts.

“It’s not safe staying here right now, Izz. I’m going to Cherise’s for the rest of the week. I don’t like it because it’s too much closeness. My ass is going to be torn up by Monday. You know I think it’s serious if I spend a night away from here. Please, please tell someone. If not the police, tell your brothers. Didn’t they scare the shit out of him before?”

I sat there and shook my head. Now Fabrice and Paris was all that was on my mind. I could have cared less about Anthony and his bullshit. He was all talk most of the time. I did, however, not like the idea of Avery feeling scared and running from her home.

“I will tell Danny tomorrow. I’m going to the restaurant. I have to fly to France for the rest of the week. It’s a spur of the moment, hush-hush meeting about something urgent. We all have to go. Since I won’t be here, it probably is best you stay somewhere. He isn’t going to do anything to us. He wants to scare me. I thought Danny and my dad scared him when he showed up at our house last week. I guess not. Hell, my dad took him outside and if that didn’t do it then something is wrong.”

“Tell them again. I will be back Sunday night. When will you be back?” Avery walked into her room, and I stood up and followed her.

“I don’t know. We’re leaving Wednesday and they said two days, so I’m assuming Friday or Saturday.”

“You should stay with someone tonight and tomorrow.”

“I’ll be fine. I’m going to talk to my brothers tomorrow.”

“Well, what are you going to do tonight?” Avery threw things in her Hermes bag.

I smiled at her without answering as I stood in her doorway.

“I see. You little skank. Is he coming over here?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact he is.”

“Good girl.”

“Avery, I want you to meet him. Oh, can I borrow your Louis Vuitton luggage? I can’t fly to Paris without it.”

“What? Yes, take whatever you need, sweetie. You know you don’t have to ask. How was that coffee date? We didn’t get a chance to talk about it.”

Avery stopped what she was doing and sat on her bed. She reached for my wine glass and I gave it to her.

“I don’t know what there is to tell. We did everything but have sex.” I stopped and waited.

“What are you fifteen? What do you mean?” I sat down on her bed with her as we shared the glass of wine.

“It was strange. I got naked but he didn’t take off his clothes. We didn’t actually fuck.”

“I’m weirded out here, Izz. Do you mind explaining what happened? Please pour me a glass of that.” We both walked back into the kitchen I got her a glass down from the cupboard and filled it with wine. Before I started talking again, I let her take a sip.

“Okay. Now, you were naked and did everything but have sex, and he didn’t take off his clothes?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“What’s 'everything but have sex'?”

“Have you ever been tied up?”

“Shit, girl, is he into bondage? I heard those foreign guys can be freaky.”

“Nothing like that book where he beats me, but he did tie my arms and legs to the bed. It was fucking hot.”

“Did he give you a safe word?”

“Ha, as a matter of fact he did. I can’t tell you though. It’s our secret.”

“Girl, you better watch it.”

“He’s harmless, Avery. He asked me what I wanted before we started and I was excited. Believe me, he is wonderful compared to Anthony. This is more about passion and giving me pleasure.”

“What about him not taking off his clothes?” Avery sipped her wine and stared at me.

“I don’t know what that is about, Ave. He said he wanted to concentrate on me and my pleasure. Let me tell you, he did. I came five times. Five.” I held up my hand.

“That’s hot in a way.”

“It was actually, and I did get him off in the kitchen.” Avery was trying not to laugh but it wasn’t working.

“Why are you laughing?” I asked, smiling at her.

“Does he have a food fetish?”

“Shut up! No, I cooked and, while the broccoli was sautéing, I gave him a blow job.”

“Can I stay here and watch tonight? I promise I won’t make a sound, maybe hide in the closet. I need to see what the fuck is up. See, this is why I prefer women.”

“Tonight I want to have actual sex.”

“Through his clothes?” She laughed and spit out her wine.

“No, bitch! I don’t know. Maybe he has three nipples or something and doesn’t want me to see it.” I poured another glass of wine.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh at you. It’s a little strange. Hey, as long as you’re fine with it.”

“Well, I’m not. I want to see him naked. I want real ball-slapping sex, so who knows?”

“Have you told him about Anthony?”

I looked up at Avery and realized if the two of us were going to be together, I would have to tell Fabrice about Anthony sooner or later. I didn’t want to bring it up right away.

“Not, not yet. It isn’t necessary unless this progresses. He did ask who sent the flowers today and I told him an old boyfriend.”

“I wouldn’t bring it up yet. I see you are cooking for him tonight.” She smiled at me.

“He’s perfect other than the clothes thing. I mean I haven’t slept with a guy this much older than me, but he doesn't look a day over twenty-five. And, my God, Avery, he touched me in a place no one has touched before.”

“Your ass?”

“Jesus, Avery! No, yes that too, but I think he hit my G-spot.”

“Oh, not bad. Be careful, Izz. Please talk to me and ask me anything you want anytime. I may not be experienced with men, but I hear what goes on out there.”

“I will. I’m making him my spicy pasta tonight.”

“That’s serious. He must be good to get the spicy pasta.” She winked at me.

“And tiramisu.”

“Hell, I’ll fuck you for tiramisu, and we can leave our clothes on!”

“You’re an ass. Luckily, I love you.” I couldn’t help but laugh at her.

“I love you, baby. I will be back Sunday night, but please tell someone. Have a good time in Paris. Be careful and if you need anything at all, call me. You know I will drop everything for you, even Cherise.”

“I will. I will go see my brothers tomorrow.” Our moods both became serious again.

When Avery left, I straightened up the condo and made dinner by eight. I took a long shower and primped like hell. I called my brother and told him I wanted to see him the next day. He said not to worry, he would be at the restaurant all day and we could talk. A huge rush of fear formed. I knew what Anthony was capable of and what my brother has done in the past. I didn’t want anything to happen that could not be undone. Danny had threatened to kill him once before and I didn't want him to do something he would regret. Anthony wasn’t worth it. God forbid if he knew what Anthony had done to me last year. I just needed Danny’s advice. He would know what to do.