“Good evening.” He said, his voice dripping with seduction.
“Good evening, Mr. Holmes.” The girl said timidly, afraid to lift her eyes to meet his. Francis walked over to her.
“What is your name?” He asked in a singsong tone. Again the girl didn't look up.
“Anne.” She said quietly.
“Well, Anne, I wanted to offer to you my sincerest apologies for the way that I was behaving earlier. You know,” he reached across the desk and touched her hand lightly with his fingers. “I was very tired flying from Romania and I just was not myself.” Anne nodded, her eyes still glued to the desk in front of her. Finally, Francis reached up and with one finger hooked under her chin, he raised her face to look at him. “I am afraid, that perhaps you are thinking that I am some kind of monster…” Anne couldn't look away from his violet tinted eyes. “I would like perhaps to offer you a drink, in my way of apologizing.” Anne blinked slowly and then nodded.
“That would be nice.” She said.
When Anne had agreed to drinks with Francis, however, she had been certain that he referred to drinks outside his room. Perhaps even drinks at the bar in the hotel lobby, but when he beckoned her to follow him to the penthouse suite she found herself unable to refuse.
“Please, make yourself at home.” Francis said, gesturing to the sofa in the living quarters. “I will fetch the champagne.” He gave her a quick smile as he went to retrieve the bottle and glasses that had upset him so much earlier.
When Francis returned with two full glasses and handed one to Anne, her eyes once again grew wide.
“Oh my God! Champagne?” She said in a quiet but excited voice. Francis couldn't help but laugh as he nodded his head. There was something appealing to him in her innocence. “Are you sure?” She asked as she watched the tiny bubbles in the glass racing up to the surface.
“Of course I am sure, I would not give it to you if I was not sure!” He sat beside her on the sofa and raised his glass. “To new beginnings, eh?” Anne smiled and nodded.
“To new beginnings.” She said. She lifted the glass to her lips and took a small sip and swallowing it, she giggled. “Wow those bubbles sure do tickle!” She said wiping the tip of her nose. Francis reached over and wiped it again for her.
“Yes, but it tastes good, yes?” He asked, his violet eyes gleaming. Anne nodded.
“I'm afraid that if better not drink the whole glass though, we’re not really supposed to drink when we’re on duty.” She said, reaching forward to place her glass on the coffee table.
“Oh? That is a pity.” He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek. “Tell me…is there anything else that you are forbidden to do while you are on duty?” His eyes flickered from her lips to her soft brown eyes. Anne nodded.
“Yes…” Her voice was almost a whisper. Francis put his glass on the table beside hers and then slowly leaning in, he kissed her.
Chapter 5
Francis’s thick lips held her bottom lip between his as he kissed her softly. He watched as she closed her eyes and leaned her whole body in to the kiss. Anne may not have been what he had been hunting for, but something about her drove him wild. Tilting his head, he parted his lips and his tongue slowly slipped between her lips. As their tongues danced, Anne reached forward, placing her hand against the back of his head and pulling him to her hungrily. Francis felt the very core of his body beginning to burn. He needed her. He needed the release. Breaking the kiss, he got to his feet and reaching down he slipped a hand under the back of Anne’s knees and another behind her. Sweeping her up in his arms he carried her steadily in to the large bedroom suite and lay her gently on the bed. She said nothing as she lay there looking up at him, the innocence on her face only making him hungrier for her.
One by one, he pulled off her shoes and threw them to the ground. Her socks followed, and then he unbuttoned her pants. Anne looked down at him, watching as he ravenously undressed her. She could hear her heart beat thundering as her nerves picked up. What was she doing? She didn't want to stop him though. She watched as he tugged her pants and pulled down her panties at the same time, revealing the small, shaved patch of brown hair. Francis growled deeply and in one movement he launched himself on to the bed and buried his face between her legs.
“Mmm!” He moaned in to her shaven pussy lips. It had been so long since he had tasted a woman that the sweetness of her juice was like nectar to his lips. He stroked her softly with his tongue, making sure that not a drop of her goodness went to waste.