an obviously sensual, domineering man... Have him master my body and set my soul on fire.
“Well, I appreciate the offer but I can’t leave with you,” was all I managed to say. Tempted as I was to give into this sexy Frenchman, I could not allow myself to lose focus. He’s a playboy Em, end of story!
“Ah, yes she can,” chimed in an eavesdropping Suzie. She pushed me into the arms of this perfect stranger, my hands landed on his hard sculpted, chest, which instantly sobered me up, and heat raced through my body.
“The hell I am! I don’t know him,” I said, widening my eyes at my insane friend, my hands still firmly pressed against his chest.
“I promise I’ll be a perfect gentleman, Mon amour,” he said as he took hold of my left hand.
His hand was much bigger and stronger against my own much smaller one, and while the sudden touch sent a warm tingle racing throughout my body, my brain understood clearly what my body did not, I could not allow myself to become prey to this dark, sexy man. I pulled my hand away, “you’ve got to be kidding me,” I said, trying not to focus on the way he said ‘Mon amour.’ Foreign men and their accents. Why did we girls have to be such suckers for a beautiful man with an accent?
“Excuse us a second?” Suzie said sweetly to the Frenchman as she pulled me a few feet away. “Look, you haven’t dated anyone since Adam and I know that it was hard to get over him, but really Em-look at that man…” she pointed in his direction and continued “men like that come around once in a lifetime. While Adam is plain old vanilla, that man right there is oh so yummy Crème Brûlée,” she said with a pleading look on her face.
An internal battle erupted inside of me, leaving me confused. Here my friend stood making complete sense and yet despite her logic and the growing need at my core, my mind could not allow me to forget the one thing that I knew for sure; he was in fact a player . That look in his eyes earlier told me all I needed to know, but for some freaking reason the rest of my body seemed to yearn for him in a way that it had never yearned for another, Adam included.
“What about you guys, I can’t just leave you out here alone at one in the morning,” I knew it was a stretch, but I was desperate for a reason why I should not go with the Frenchman. The truth was, even if he wasn’t like Adam, I could not comprehend the idea of being with another man. It was still too soon, wasn’t it?
“Look at him!” was all Suzie said. I could not deny that a big part of me wanted to go with him, but a bigger part of me wanted to run away and hide. The only problem was I was not the “running away” type of girl. Every challenge I have ever faced I’ve done so head on. I enjoyed the thrill of facing the impossible, to conquer and overcome it . Am I really going to do this? Am I really going to go home with the Frenchman? Maybe he means to just offer me a ride home. Yeah right, Emily, I snorted, rolling my eyes at my inner voice, of course that’s what he wants!
“Fine, but if they find my body in some alley somewhere tomorrow morning, just know that my blood is on your hands,” I warned her even as my friend hugged me encouragingly.
“You’ll be fine, I know it!” Suzie dragged me back to the man while smiling from ear to ear.
Suzie had always been the adventurous one of the group. She feared nothing and had the ability to seize each day despite the many curve balls life often threw at her. After a bad marriage and a career change, she managed to somehow grab life by the balls and will it to do her bidding. I envied her carefree, confident spirit, especially when it came to men. While I allowed my breakup with Adam to turn my life upside down, she would have long since moved on. Therefore, tonight I would channel her amazing spirit.
“Have fun y’all,” she said as she walked over to Diana, who had a look on her face that I could not quite interpret. At
“Well, I appreciate the offer but I can’t leave with you,” was all I managed to say. Tempted as I was to give into this sexy Frenchman, I could not allow myself to lose focus. He’s a playboy Em, end of story!
“Ah, yes she can,” chimed in an eavesdropping Suzie. She pushed me into the arms of this perfect stranger, my hands landed on his hard sculpted, chest, which instantly sobered me up, and heat raced through my body.
“The hell I am! I don’t know him,” I said, widening my eyes at my insane friend, my hands still firmly pressed against his chest.
“I promise I’ll be a perfect gentleman, Mon amour,” he said as he took hold of my left hand.
His hand was much bigger and stronger against my own much smaller one, and while the sudden touch sent a warm tingle racing throughout my body, my brain understood clearly what my body did not, I could not allow myself to become prey to this dark, sexy man. I pulled my hand away, “you’ve got to be kidding me,” I said, trying not to focus on the way he said ‘Mon amour.’ Foreign men and their accents. Why did we girls have to be such suckers for a beautiful man with an accent?
“Excuse us a second?” Suzie said sweetly to the Frenchman as she pulled me a few feet away. “Look, you haven’t dated anyone since Adam and I know that it was hard to get over him, but really Em-look at that man…” she pointed in his direction and continued “men like that come around once in a lifetime. While Adam is plain old vanilla, that man right there is oh so yummy Crème Brûlée,” she said with a pleading look on her face.
An internal battle erupted inside of me, leaving me confused. Here my friend stood making complete sense and yet despite her logic and the growing need at my core, my mind could not allow me to forget the one thing that I knew for sure; he was in fact a player . That look in his eyes earlier told me all I needed to know, but for some freaking reason the rest of my body seemed to yearn for him in a way that it had never yearned for another, Adam included.
“What about you guys, I can’t just leave you out here alone at one in the morning,” I knew it was a stretch, but I was desperate for a reason why I should not go with the Frenchman. The truth was, even if he wasn’t like Adam, I could not comprehend the idea of being with another man. It was still too soon, wasn’t it?
“Look at him!” was all Suzie said. I could not deny that a big part of me wanted to go with him, but a bigger part of me wanted to run away and hide. The only problem was I was not the “running away” type of girl. Every challenge I have ever faced I’ve done so head on. I enjoyed the thrill of facing the impossible, to conquer and overcome it . Am I really going to do this? Am I really going to go home with the Frenchman? Maybe he means to just offer me a ride home. Yeah right, Emily, I snorted, rolling my eyes at my inner voice, of course that’s what he wants!
“Fine, but if they find my body in some alley somewhere tomorrow morning, just know that my blood is on your hands,” I warned her even as my friend hugged me encouragingly.
“You’ll be fine, I know it!” Suzie dragged me back to the man while smiling from ear to ear.
Suzie had always been the adventurous one of the group. She feared nothing and had the ability to seize each day despite the many curve balls life often threw at her. After a bad marriage and a career change, she managed to somehow grab life by the balls and will it to do her bidding. I envied her carefree, confident spirit, especially when it came to men. While I allowed my breakup with Adam to turn my life upside down, she would have long since moved on. Therefore, tonight I would channel her amazing spirit.
“Have fun y’all,” she said as she walked over to Diana, who had a look on her face that I could not quite interpret. At
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