The Ambassador and Me: an unlikely love story (The Ambassador Trilogy Book 1) (17 page)

“Something has to be done, Izzy. Right now, not tomorrow. You should have told me about this asshole sooner. This Ambassador is French?”

“Yes, he’s the French Ambassador, Danny. No one knows but Avery. I have to keep it that way. About Anthony, should I call the police? Would you go to the police station with me?”

“The police aren’t going to do shit to protect you from him. They will slap a restraining order on him and he will get pissed off. It will be your word against his. He will get more pissed off and then do something worse. Let me handle this.”

“Please don’t do something bad, Danny. He could hurt you.”

“He doesn’t have the balls to hurt me. Let me handle him, okay? Keep doing what you’re doing, and don’t speak to him if you see him.”

I shook my head and drank the last sip of my coffee.

“Mom and Dad don’t need to know about this,” I pleaded.

“Izzy, let me fucking handle it.” Danny took his coffee cup and threw it against the brick building. It shattered everywhere. I cringed. I didn’t expect him to react like that.

“I’m so sorry I told you. I knew Marco would react like a violent ass; I didn’t expect you to. I thought he would go away and leave me alone after he came back. I was afraid Mom and Dad would think less of me. I was ashamed.”

“Think less of you? You loved this idiot! They pushed him on you too much. I wish you would have told me after it happened. This could have all been taken care of by now. Now I have to worry about this damn Ambassador on top of everything else.” Danny shook with rage.

He was so handsome, even when he was mad. I saw him angry like this once before and it wasn’t pretty. I gazed in his eyes and they were cold and dead, almost black.

“You have no reason to worry. He’s nothing but a gentleman with me. He treats me as if I’m a queen. Dad’s going to be pissed that he isn’t Italian, and he’s ten years older than me. About Anthony, it’s not worth you going to prison over, Danny. We can tell the police and hope for the best.” I started to wish I had not told him by the way he reacted.

“You are worth going to prison for. I would kill anyone that hurt you, Mom or Sophia. Don’t forget that.” His hands fisted at his sides and he was speaking through gritted teeth.

“Please, Danny, don’t kill him.”

He kissed my forehead and guided me back into the restaurant.

“Quit worrying. Everything is going to be okay. When am I going to meet the Frenchman?”

“We aren’t at that point yet. Who the hell knows where it will go? It’s fun right now. Please don’t worry about Fabrice.”

That evening I packed for Paris. I was a frenzied mess as I ran in and out of my room and Avery’s picking out outfits, asking her if I could wear something she hadn’t worn in a while. Her Louis Vitton luggage was gorgeous. I almost hated to bring it with me. I just wanted to look like a true Parisian and not a tourist. Plus, I knew Fabrice was coming and that meant one thing: I longed for beautiful, romantic nights stolen away from everyone.

Chapter 12

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flight to Paris was longer than I anticipated. I watched as Fabrice and Elizabeth took seats on the other side of me. The heat between us was unbearable. I hated to see her giggling at everything he said and looking over at me to see if I was watching. I tried to look busy working on my laptop as the Attaché slept next to me. Along with being distant and rude, he snored like a freight train. I was tempted to kick him a couple of times.

Half way through our flight, Elizabeth sent me a text. Yes, she thought we were best friends since we worked together in the same office.

Keep it down over there. LOL

He’s obnoxious.

Hold his nose and see what happens.

It would be my luck he would die.

Worth a chance

You come over here and do it.

LOL

I fought the urge to run and sit on Fabrice’s lap at least eight times during the flight. My body responded so differently when he was near. Though his back was to me, the sight of any part of him set me on high alert. That, doubled with his scent traveling back at me, was enough to get me horny. Every time I sensed his presence, my body turned into something different from what I was. Even though he sat several seats away, he must have sensed my longing to fuck his brains out.

My girl. Your eyes are on me. I need you as soon as this plane lands.

You better lose your sidekick.

I have a plan.

I’m sure you do. I’m dripping wet and I need nothing more than to sit on your face.

I’m going to fuck you senseless.

With clothes or without?

Funny. I’m getting naked.

U better

My God, what this man did to me was insane. I could come from a text alone. The thought of what he did to me had me throbbing. I wanted him so badly at the moment. We had to be secretive for a while. No one suspected that we were sleeping together, and I wanted to keep it that way.

The sky was an exquisite blend of pink and grey clouds as we landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport. I could see the Eiffel Tower in the distance as we approached. The excitement was overwhelming. I took a picture to send to my parents, though they have traveled to Italy several times. I have been to Paris once but had flown in to Rome and took the train to France. This was unbelievable. It looked so small from where I was.

Once we were landed and our bags were retrieved, it was becoming late and everyone wanted to sleep. We had a big day ahead of us with all day meetings. We were driven to the hotel by several cars. I, of course, rode over with the Attaché and we went over what was going to be needed in the meeting the next day. He was going to his room and ordering room service, and I said I was doing the same. My room service would be a little different from his.

Stepping through the revolving doors of the magnificent Hotel Ritz Paris, I was awestruck at its beauty. The lobby itself was breathtaking with crystal chandeliers, flowers everywhere, and gold ornate furniture.

Once in this beautiful hotel, I checked in and took the elevator up. The room was magical and astounded me. The huge Louis XV king size bed was in the center of the room draped in heavy curtains behind it. A crystal chandelier hung over the bed with two chairs at the foot. The fireplace was lit and a chaise lounge was in front of that. This room was something out of a fairytale and the minute I walked in, I had to take a picture and send it to Avery and my family. I walked into the bathroom to find it was as elaborate. Outlined in gold, the shower and bathtub were old-fashioned but huge and elegant. It wasn’t but a few minutes later Fabrice was calling me.

“I’m coming over.” His voice was husky and he sounded anxious.

“I’m waiting. Are you sure this is my room?”

“Why do you ask that?”

“It’s huge and beautiful. Shouldn’t I be bunking up with Elizabeth?”

“That is your room, Isabella. I requested that one for you. It seems to suit you. Enjoy it.”

“I will be in the shower, and I will leave the door opened a crack, so hurry.”

“I need you.”

I quickly stripped off my clothes, stepped into the shower, and turned the water on super-hot. The steam and the heat were exhilarating, along with the idea that Fabrice would be joining me soon. I was starved for him and his touch.

I heard the door open and then the bathroom door opened. The doors of the shower were glass and the sight of him standing there almost brought me to my knees. I opened it a crack to get a good look at him. He had on his white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his black pants, no tie and his leather suspenders. It was too much. We said nothing to each other. I stood there as the hot water washed over me. He quickly undressed and stepped inside with me. At once he had me in his arms.

“Hi.” I smiled at him as his mouth took mine before he answered. After he kissed me, he spoke.

“It was killing me. I wanted to touch you all day and I could not. It drove me near insanity.”

The ache between my legs was turning to a pain wanting him. Fabrice took a long deep breath and ran his hands through my wet hair. I floated into euphoria, closing my eyes as he expertly washed my hair. He tilted my head at an angle and devoured my mouth with a passion so strong I struggled to breathe. Every nerve inside me was on fire and pulsating with his warm wet body pressed against mine. I melted into him as he continued to kiss me.

His hands caressed me. He knelt down in the shower and let them follow my thighs, calves, and feet, soaping me up and rinsing me.

“Thank you,” he moaned in my mouth, once he stood up again.

“For what?” I asked.

“For allowing me to touch you. For wanting to touch me even though I’m damaged.” His eyes were closed as he continued to touch me and kiss me. I let my hands roam across his body. The muscles in his chest were hard. My hand went for his hardened cock. It was wet, warm, and thick. My chest heaved and my heartbeat raced.

“You are not damaged, Fabrice. Don’t say that. To me you are perfect. I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

Fabrice's blue eyes penetrated me as he stared.

“My Isabella. I intend on making love to you all night.”

“You better.” I gripped him harder and started to jack him off. He was thick and hard in my hand. I stroked his cock, listening to his breathing get heavier and feeling my breasts swell pressed up against him.

“Not in here. In the bed,” he groaned.

“Then let's go to the bed.”

“I’m not done washing you yet. Patience, Isabella.”

Fabrice grabbed the soap and let the wet soapy bar cover me with his hands. The feeling of warm soapy bubbles and his hands were everywhere on me. His muscles in his arms and chest strained as he touched me. He stroked his soapy fingers through my cunt covering each inch. His touch and the pleasure it caused hardened my nipples and made my knees weak. He sensed this and his hands expertly went to my breasts as he cupped both of them. I arched my back and pushed my ass into him. I turned my head and he devoured my mouth as if he was starved. The warm water, steam, and sensual smell of the soap took over my senses.

“Fabrice, I have ached for you all day. Its torture not being able to touch you.”

“I know, Isabella. It’s torture for me. You like this?” He continued to run soapy hands across my clit.

“Take me to bed.”

My body was so turned on, the thought of walking to the bed was too much. Fabrice soaped up his body quickly and rinsed off. My head was in a cloud and all I wanted was him inside me.

Once we stepped out and dried off, his passion was incredible. The constant kissing and touching went on for quite some time. I had never been with someone that wanted to kiss so much and not just my lips, but all of me. Once he pulled me on the bed, I wanted him in my mouth. His was hard and irresistible. I kissed my way down his body. He seemed to enjoy it and sat up against the headboard to watch.

“Isabella, what are you doing to me?” He whispered my name again in his accent.

My lips enveloped the crown of his cock. He reached for my hair and pulled it lightly. I sucked ever so gently as I put both my hands on his hips. His scent was even in his most private parts. It made me moan as I kept sucking him. He lay there and watched, unwilling to fight me over it. I looked up in his eyes one last time before I devoured him with loving force.

“Suck it, Isabella.”

Not yet. I wanted to tease him. I was so turned on I couldn’t get enough. I let my tongue lick up and down as he quivered and I tasted the drop of precum I loved. This made me even hotter as I sucked on him with a rhythm we were both in tune with. I wanted to taste more. My fingertips touched his balls lightly as he growled in desperation.

“Oh, Isabella. Don’t stop. It feels so….fuck!”

When I thought he would come I stopped to make the anticipation last longer. I could have sucked him all night. I loved listening to him moan my name. His grip on my hair became stronger as I began to rub the head of his cock against my wet lips sucking. My fingertips caressed his thighs as I once again greedily sucked on him. He pulled me up and brought my face up to his. My lips were swollen and deep red. His eyes seemed dilated with lust.

“Stop now so I can come inside you.” I loved the sound of that.

I sat up and he pushed me on the bed kissing me. His tongue dipped into my mouth over and over as I sucked on it. He held my hands up over my head and slipped into my drenched cunt. I felt every ridge as he took his time entering and stroking me. He kept this up as he continued to kiss me. In between the kisses, he talked dirty, telling me how wet I was, how he smelled the sex, and how perfect he fit inside me. It was the most overwhelming sensation, so intimate, so sexual.

He loomed over top of me, his scruff rubbing my cheek and his warm body taking over mine.

“You have wanted this all day?” My breath hitched in my chest. I pushed my hands through his hair when he let go of my arms. I looked into his eyes and caressed his face.

“Yes, Fabrice.” I squeezed his hips tight between my thighs as he pumped me. I was so close to him when he was on top of me, naked, making love to me. In his arms was where I was safe and comfortable.