The Ambassador and Me: an unlikely love story (The Ambassador Trilogy Book 1) (18 page)

“Oh God!” Holding himself up, he threw his head back. My hands roamed across his sweat covered body. I looked at his face, flushed with arousal. All his muscles were tense against me.

He came, pumping me with his warm semen all over me and in me. The entire time he came he stared down at me. We were so close, closer than I had been with anyone. While he was still inside me, I pushed him back and I rolled on top of him. The wetness and knowing it was his spurred me to rub back and forth on him. He let me lose myself, hitting the perfect spot that rubbed against my clit. I held onto him as I moaned. The orgasm ripped through me forcefully.

That went on most of the evening until we took a break and ordered room service. When the food came I was starved. Thankfully, I was able to order and read a menu in English. Since it was so late, I was in the mood for an omelet. I ordered a cheese and tomato, and Fabrice ordered a smoked salmon omelet. We also requested a fresh fruit salad and crème brulee with bourbon vanilla. Once we ate and were full, I fell asleep in his arms until the wee hours of the morning. He snuck off to his room, and I dressed to start our day.

Because I was not familiar with the weather in Paris, I chose a short, black dress with a blazer. I hurriedly put it up my hair in a loose bun, added some simple makeup, and threw on my heels. Paris look out.

The morning, foggy air of Paris made my eyes water. I didn’t care. I was in Paris. Whatever the weather was, it was perfect. I reached the meeting lugging the Attaché’s things with me. As soon as I caught Fabrice's eye, heat enveloped my body. His lips, still swollen from our all-night love fest, were mouthwatering. He looked awake, refreshed, and edible. I dropped my bags on the floor next to my chair waiting for instructions from the Attaché. He was talking to some other men and didn’t notice that I was even there. Elizabeth sat super close to Fabrice and looked at me like “ha ha.” One of the men from Germany seemed to be interested in doting over me. He came right over and offered me a cup of coffee. I happily obliged.

“Thank you.” I smiled up at this handsome man. He was dressed in his military uniform loaded with metals. He stood beside me and I noticed he was tall and muscular.

“Can I get you a pastry? The chocolate croissant is to die for.” He said this with a smile and an accent. These men and their accents.

“No, thank you. Coffee is fine.”

“Very well, Miss?”

“Piori, I work for the French Attaché in Washington, D.C.”

“Very nice to meet such a beautiful American woman,” he laughed. Fabrice’s eyes locked on mine.

My cell phone went off and I knew who it was.

Get rid of him or I will.

Jealous?

He’s 2 friendly.

I’m all yours.

Tonight you go with me to the Eiffel.

Sounds good.

The meeting was long with hours of talking, debating, and phone calls. Finally, four hours later it was finished. I was exhausted from no sleep the night before and I wanted to be alone with Fabrice. The Attaché was moody and annoyed. He wanted the meeting to keep going since nothing was resolved over the ISIS crisis.

“Are you okay?” I asked as we walked out.

“Not happy with the outcome of this meeting. I wanted more done.”

I nodded my head and he walked off in the other direction. When he got like this the best thing I could do was leave him alone. I found that out the first week I went to work for him.

He turned back and called my name.

“Isabella?”

“Yes.”

“What time tomorrow?”

I took out my phone and pulled up my notes.

“Tomorrow we have a noon meeting.”

“Thank you. Enjoy the city the rest of the day.”

“Thank you, I will.” If he only knew how much I would enjoy the city.

It wasn’t two minutes later, while I was looking for Fabrice, that Elizabeth came up to me.

“Isabella, want to grab some lunch and a glass of wine? It seems we have nothing to do till noon tomorrow. Maybe we could explore Paris for a while.”

No, I wasn’t going to explore the city, but yes, lunch sounded good. I had other things to explore later.

“Elizabeth, that sounds great, I’m starved. But after lunch I’m heading back to my room for some rest. I’m beat. I’m going to take a nap, and if I’m better after I get up I will text you.” I had no intentions on texting her. My phone buzzed again.

Where r u?

Elizabeth cornered me for lunch. Give me an hour.

Meet me in my room.

Oh I will.

“Was that the Attache? He looks mean,” asked Elizabeth as we headed outside into the warm Paris air.

“Yes, he was double-checking on when we leave.” I lied. We walked a block until we ran into a perfect outside café that was not too crowded and looked like what you would see in the movies. The red umbrellas over each glass top table, the soft sound of Parisian music, and the smell of food make me want to devour a loaf of French crusty bread and a pound of cheese.

“Bonjour.” I said to the hostess at the front desk. As a hostess at my parent’s restaurant and I hated when someone came in with an attitude or didn’t greet me. I made sure, especially in Paris, that I offered a friendly greeting.

“Bonjour.”

“Deux?”

“Oui.”

The hostess smiled and led us to a table.

The waiter was quick to arrive and handsome. He had a head of curly dark hair, dark brown eyes, and a slender build.

“Parlez-vous anglais?” I asked. My high school French class made sure to teach us important things we needed if we visited Paris. Thankfully, I never forgot. He smiled at me as Elizabeth sat there and let me take over. Obviously she has not been to Paris before.

“Oui, Madame.” He held up his fingers to show the universal sign for a little bit.

“Elizabeth, any preference on the wine?”

“No, anything.”

We settled in and I ordered two glasses of wine and various cheeses and bread. I didn’t want to try anything else without Fabrice to help me order.

“So, how is working for the Attache?” she asked shoveling bread into her mouth. I noticed she was quite pretty now that she made herself up. Stick thin, she resembled that type that could eat whatever she wanted and not gain an ounce. I noticed Elizabeth was dressing better than the first day she came into the office. She had on a short tight skirt, makeup, and heels. A big difference from when she walked into Fabrice’s office on the first day.

“It’s fine. I’m learning a lot and he isn’t as bad as he looks.”

“Well, I love my job. I’m so thankful to be working for Fabrice. He is a dream. Isn’t he the most gorgeous man you have laid eyes on?”

This was going to be a long hour with her. I wanted to change the subject fast.

“Yes, he is quite handsome.”

“He may have a thing for me.”

I almost spit out my wine.

“Really?”

“I might be naïve. I don’t know the way he looks at me leads me to believe he likes me.” She had half the cheese tray scarfed down as I ate just enough for my stomach not to growl. I didn’t want be bloated when I was with Fabrice later.

“What does he do?” I had to hear this.

“He laughs a lot and smiles at me all the time. We just have this connection. I feel comfortable working with him. He is never mean to me and always offers me his amazing coffee. I work for him, but who cares? I’m his assistant. I’m sure it wouldn’t be the first time an assistant slept with her boss.”

“It’s not a good idea to mix business with pleasure,” I said, as I tried to gulp my wine and get out of there. Was she serious?

“I know, but come on, he’s French. He has to be amazing in bed.” I needed to hurry so I could enjoy how amazing he was.

I tried to change the subject by talking about the people walking by, the weather, or how wonderful it was to be in Paris. It worked for a while and by the time she started crowing about Fabrice again, I told her I needed to get going.

“Okay. I’m going to search for some cute Parisian men, or try to entice the Ambassador to join me in my room.”

“Sounds wonderful. Leave Fabrice alone. Nothing good can come of it.” I laughed as if I was serious.

The air in Paris was perfect with a light breeze and the sun shining in a cloudless sky. I said goodbye to Elizabeth and walked the two blocks to my hotel. I breathed in the smells of the city and basked in the romance it oozed. I passed a bakery and the smell of freshly made bread and sweets enticed me.

The combination of butter, cinnamon, and vanilla whiffed through the air, drawing me into the bakery and making me hungry again.

The case in the front was filled with cakes, cookies, and candy that resembled a piece of artwork, including some pastries I recognized like the macaroons, which I loved.

I ordered what I thought Fabrice would like for later. I remember him saying raspberry fruit tarts were his favorite and, of course, anything chocolate.

I left the bakery loaded with a variety of heavenly treats to feed to Fabrice and two cups of French coffee.

Early in the morning, before we peeled ourselves away from each other to go to the meeting, we had shared our room keys. He told me to come over and let myself in when I was finished. I walked into his room and was shocked at what I saw. There was a fire going in the fireplace, there were candles lit everywhere; soft, romantic music played, and Fabrice stood there with two glassed of wine. He handed one to me.

“Fabrice, what’s all of this?”

“It is a nice romantic night with you. I’m going to spend this evening in bed making mad love to you and then I have a surprise.”

I put the pastries and coffee on the table. I reached for the glass of wine, and his hand sent a shiver up my spine.

“I didn’t like that German hovering over you.”

“Did it distract you?” I smiled. He was so cute when he acted like that. My feet were killing me and I wanted a shower. I reached down to take my shoes off so I could grab a quick shower.

“He was too close to you. I didn’t like it.”

“Oh really? I don’t like Elizabeth sitting so close to you. And what was that whispering between the two of you. She has a thing for you, by the way, and thinks you want her.”

He ignored my comment, set his wine glass down, and walked to me, taking me in his arms.

“I missed you today.”

“We were in the same room all day.” I noticed he removed his suit coat and tie and had his shirt sleeves rolled up. His hair was a mess as if he had just woke up. His eyes turned deeper blue and I had come to recognize the different shades of his eyes for his moods. This shade meant he was in the need of a good lay and it was going to be his way.

He took my wine glass before I could finish it, set it down, and guided me to the bed.

“Come here, Isabella.”

“Fabrice, I need a shower. It’s been a long day and I have to clean up. I will be quick.” I tried to walk away from him but he caught my arm and pulled me closer to the bed.

“No. I want you like this. I don’t want you any other way. Remember, I’m in charge right now. Lie back and take off your clothes.”

I was turned on again by his assertiveness. The crackle of the fire and the scent of the candles were erotic. Fabrice reclined on the bed next to me and put his head in his hand and as he watched me unbutton my blouse. As usual, he was dressed as I was becoming naked. Thankfully, I wore my new lace black bra and no panties as he instructed before. Once I was naked in front of him, he ran a fingertip around my nipples. Brushing his finger ever so slightly across as I felt them harden.

“Such beautiful breasts, Isabella.” My breath quivered as I tried to relax and let him take over my body.

My hands wanted to pull him down on me, but I kept them grabbing onto the sheets. His fingertips traced a line down my chest, my stomach, and to my aching sex. He let his fingers stroke my lips that were becoming wetter. His thumb brushed across my clit, making me gasp.

“This is mine, Isabella.” I didn’t speak but kept my eyes closed and enjoyed his touch.

Ever so slowly, he put his finger inside me, making my eyes open and my back arch. He kept taking his finger out and pushing it back in so slowly and softly.

“I see you like this.” He was staring into my eyes. I shivered.

“That German could not do this to you.” I arched my back and the fire took over my body.

“I don’t want that German. I like what I have.” I whispered barely able to speak.

Finally he kissed me as his finger was still inside. I reached up to grab onto his hair.

“No touching, Isabella. Let me touch and play with you. I have craved you all day, sitting there in your dress and not looking at me, teasing me with that German.”

I wasn’t listening to him I was enjoying his fingers working their magic inside me as he put two more in and brushed my clit with his thumb. He clearly knew what he was doing to bring me to the brink of pure insanity. It became more difficult not to touch him. His mouth covered mine and he worked it down my neck and to my nipples. Each one he took in his mouth and sucked on them hard. He bit them playfully and then placed a soft kiss on each one.