A Window to Love (Windows) (Volume 1) (14 page)

“Time to get going, we have a flight to catch,” Evan
informed me.

Lily put her arms around me. “You better come back to see me
soon.”

Evan answered quickly. “She will. I have several upcoming
events here, and she will be with me.”

I chimed in, “Maybe Lily. I have a job. I have to work.”

Lily laughed. “That's a joke! You, my heiress friend, don't
need to work. Lissa, you need to start living. I expect to see you soon!”

I hugged Lily. “I love you, mon amie!”

“I love you too, Lissa.” We exchanged loud, exaggerated
cheek kisses. I was going to miss her.

We hugged again, then Lily hugged Evan and she told him,
“You better take good care of her… Don’t hurt her!” as we left.

In the taxi, I told Evan I was glad that shoot was over. I
couldn't take anymore of that close nakedness without some kind release.

He gave me a wicked grin. “Bébé, you really are a naughty
girl.”

“I could never do intimate modeling like that,” I said
seriously with a little shoulder raise and shaking of my head.

“It's different when it's a job. Most of the time the models
could care less about me. They're only interested in how they look. Not to
mention there are a hundred people around orchestrating every move. It’s not
romantic or erotic like our shoot was, bébé.” He drew me up into his arms and
passionately kissed me.

“I'm still tingling all over. My body has been teased and
pushed, and it craves more.” I said breathlessly.

“Don’t worry bébé. We're flying home in a private jet. We
can stay in bed throughout most of the flight. I will fulfill all of your
desires.”

“Mmmm. Monsieur, that sounds purrrrfect!”

AFTER TRAVELING FROM Paris, or
perhaps I should say fucking our way from Paris to New York, I took Melissa
back to her apartment.

“Welcome back, Ms. Bennette. Good to see you!”

“Thank you, Phillip,” she said with a big smile on her
beautiful face, “It's good to be back.”

Riding up in the elevator, I was starting to get nervous
about being back in her apartment. My palms were beginning to get sweaty
wondering what would happen when she walked through the door. I felt
perspiration forming on my upper lip; questions about how things would be
between us were swirling around in my head: Will they take a turn for the
better or the worse? How will she feel about me? Did I go too far and cross a
line? As we reached her floor, I took a deep breath and raked my fingers
through my hair.

Melissa looked up at me, “Evan, are you alright? You know
you don't have to come in with me. You've been away from you place for awhile,”
she paused and then continued, “If you need some time to yourself, I
understand.”

I still didn't know what to say, but I wanted to reassure
her that I was fine, so I reached out for her hand, brought it up to my mouth
and brush my lips against her wrist. I knew she liked that. I loved seeing her
face brighten.

When we reached the door, Melissa handed me her keys to
unlock it and I was reminded me of the first night I came home with her. I
hoped this night was as magical. Actually, I hoped it was more.

As I opened the door, I heard Melissa gasp behind me. Let
that be a “good” gasp I said to myself.

I moved inside the door and stepped to the side to give her
a better view.

“Ooh mon dieu, what have you done, Evan?” She was looking
from side to side.

From where she was standing, all she could see was the foyer
and part of the hall flooring. Usually Melissa had the lighting in the
apartment on a timer so that all lights were on when she arrived home at night,
but I had Jane override them for tonight's big reveal. The floor in the entry
and hallway were originally hardwood. Now the entry and long hallway flooring
was laid out with black and white tiles in a harlequin pattern. Leaning against
the left wall was a huge, ornate, gold, vintage French mirror. To the right
side of the foyer sat a French Louis XV commode with a black and white marble
top and a painting hung above it. The treasured piece of art was the House of
Parliament by Claude Monet and it belonged to her parents.

“That’s my parent’s painting.” She stood looking at the
Impressionistic artwork. “It looks good there.” When she started to speak
again, I was not sure she was even speaking to me. It was like she was going
over the details of the painting or she was tell herself a story she heard
about the painting. I stayed quiet and listened. “Claude Monet, mom’s favourite
artist. They were in London... and so young. There was a street painter or
artist....” she trailed off, lost in her thoughts.

When she was done speaking, I brought all of the bags in,
then closed the front door and locked it. Standing behind her, I placed my
hands on her shoulders and said softly in her ear, “There's more.” I heard her
draw in a breath of air. As she moved straight ahead into the living room, I
turned the lighting on from a hallway electric panel. A new breathtaking
crystal chandelier was hanging in the center of the room illuminating the
entire space.

In the living room, all of the formerly white panels had
been painted a very pale wash of Robin’s Egg blue making the white ornate
boiserie woodwork stand out. The piano had kept its pride of place in front of
the window. The windows were now covered in a lush antique-white and dark,
muted lime brocade taffeta drapery. They hung from below the crown molding at
the ceiling and fell in soft puddles on the floor. One of the plush dark grey
sofas with Melissa’s fancy pillows was now facing the fireplace and sat on a
new Parisian area rug. A mirrored tray was placed on a custom tufted ottoman in
front of the sofa and held a couple decorative items that were special to
Melissa that Jane was instrumental in finding. According to my designer friend,
the two chairs that now sat on either side of the sofa created a nice
conversational area.

Melissa walked around slowly, touching and feeling all of
the lush fabrics. When she looked at the table and the tray with her special
things, she absently reached down and touched a glass globe as she looked over
at the mantle now adorned with photos.  A collection of family photos were
arranged in ornate frames; a picture of her as a baby, a photo of her parents
alone, and several photos of the three of them together. I held my breath,
waiting for her reaction, and wondering if the photos were too much for her to
handle as she turned away and looked back to the tray.

Tears ran down her face as she reached for a miniature
jeweled Eiffel Tower and clutched it in her hand tightly. I wanted to reach for
her.  I wanted to take her in my arms and wipe away her tears. I was hoping I
didn’t make a mistake, invading her privacy, putting out treasures that she
would prefer to forget. Jane assured me that these two items would make her
happy, but looking at her gripping the tower in her hand, I wasn't sure. She
was totally silent, and I was about to the leave the room, when she opened her
hand and murmured something while replacing the tower next to the globe. Suddenly,
I couldn't move, I froze as she turned and stared right into my eyes. “Thank
you” is all she said as she turned her head away from me and looked toward the
dining room. I wanted to ask questions, but I knew it was not the right time,
so I followed her lead.

From the living room, the back wall of the dining room was
visible. It had been painted a rich dark grey and was the dramatic backdrop for
the redesigned dining room. It drew her in, and she commented that she loved
it. I smiled knowing she was pleased with one of my decorating ideas. As
Melissa requested, a black round table sat in the middle of the room under her
beautiful chandelier. Off-white ornate backed chairs with deep turquoise
cushions surround the table. To the left, a beveled mirror hung above the
built-in cabinetry. A bar was set up in front of the mirror with crystal-cut
glasses, decanters and bottles of liquor. Below, I had a champagne refrigerator
incorporated into the cabinet, and yes, of course it was stocked. On the
opposite wall on either side of the large window hung black and white striped
silk drapery.

Finally, she uttered, “So elegant. It's all so...elegant.”
Again, she was running her fingers over everything. It was as if she was making
sure it was all real, that it wasn't a dream.

Walking into the kitchen, the newly painted French-white
cabinetry was instantly visible against the dark butcher block, island top. The
nook area was complete with the French settee and table Melissa so desired.

“Ooh la la. Très français,” I heard as she spun around
taking it all in. “I can’t wait to sip coffee sitting on the settee.”

“I can’t wait to finish what I started the first night in
the kitchen,” I said under my breath.

I could tell Melissa didn't want to leave the kitchen, so I
steered her across the hall from the kitchen. The guest room had been changed
into a gym. The equipment I found in the walk-in closet was now arranged in the
room. There was a treadmill, elliptical machine, stationary bike, hand weights
and the new addition of a weight bench with several free-weights. A big TV had
replaced the smaller flat screen that set on a dresser. It was mounted on the
newly painted grey-blue wall. A couple of rotating fans were installed in the
corners of the room. Half of the walk-in closet had been turned into a steam
room for two. The other half was filled with built-cabinetry housing the
storage boxes that were originally in the closet.

“Mmmm. This is a truly sexy room.”

“Excuse me? This is an exercise room, bébé.”

“I have a fantasy about having a personal trainer do naughty
things to me on a weight bench.”

“There will be no personal trainer for you except for me!
So, if you’d like to tell me your fantasy, I will be happy to fulfill it for
you. You might be interested in the steam room too, naughty girl.”

I slapped her on her fantastic ass and moved her on to the
powder room in the hallway. The walls were now painted with black and ivory
stripes. A new French vanity and mirror had been installed. Lily gave me one of
her small paintings for the wall opposite the mirror. A fancy chandelier was
attached to the ceiling adding an elegant touch to the room.

“How did you get a Lily painting?”

“I have my ways!” I gave her a wicked grin, and she rewarded
me with a hug and a nasty kiss complete with a moan.

Continuing our room tour, we stopped in my favourite room,
the library. I left the décor in this room pretty much the same with the
exception of the couch. It had been replaced with a deep leather sofa. I wanted
to give her something more comfortable for movie watching, so in addition, I
added some plush throws and pillows for lounging. The two chairs, small table
and lamp originally in the room were moved to the far side wall, creating a
cozy reading area in the library. The antique wood desk with matching wood and
leather chair remained in its original spot. When Melissa walked into this room
she automatically sat in the desk chair and stretched her arms out across the
desk and smiled. Suddenly, I wanted to know more about that desk, but I would
not ask. She would tell me when she was ready.

Watching her, I walked in front of the sofa and opened a set
of cabinets to reveal a new, larger flat screen TV, and she exclaimed, “Oh. I
can’t wait to cuddle up with a good chick movie!”

I laughed, raising my arms and flexing my muscles as I
inquired, “Can we throw in a few action-packed films?”

“If they include half naked men, oui!” she said dancing
around the desk in my direction.

I swatted her on the ass. “If you want a half naked or
completely naked man, I’ll show you one.” She giggled.

I like that Melissa had warmed up as we have moved from room
to room. I became less apprehensive, as well. Perfectly planned, I saved the
bedroom for last. Yes, I had ulterior motives; I’m a man.

“One last room to show you, bébé.” I grabbed her hand,
pulling it up to my mouth and rubbed my lips on the inside of her wrist. I
liked to see her squirm whenever I did that. She told me once that it made her
tingle everywhere.

Entering the bedroom, there was a new king-sized bed complete
with a high tufted pale grey headboard set against a very dark chocolate brown
wall that almost looks black. The bedding was a plush, light grey comforter and
hidden beneath were silky, cotton sheets in different shades of tan and dark
brown. Her leopard throw was laid out across the end, and fancy pillows in deep
shades of midnight blue, dark turquoise, and burnt gold served as accents. Grey
and blue striped drapery now hung on the windows. New mirrored tables sat on
each side of the bed with coordinating lamps on each one. On one table sat an
ornate jewelry box.

“Oh mon dieu,” Melissa said as her face turned a bright red
and she began giggling, a sound I adored.

“What is so funny? I have a feeling it’s something naughty.”

“Did you look in that box?” she asked with an inquisitive
look on her face.

“No. It has a little lock, and I wouldn’t open your things
without asking you. Besides, Isabella found it in your old nightstand and
thought it was too pretty to not display.”

“Oh, yes. Of course. ‘Isabelle.’ Did she say anything else
about it? Maybe she opened it?”

“She wouldn’t do that.”

Melissa started laughing again. “Sorry. I’m just imagining
someone opening it during the remodel.” Composing herself a bit, she nudged me,
“Why don’t you open it now?”

“Now you have me curious.” I reached over to the nightstand
and picked up the box. Realizing it didn't actually lock, I moved the catch and
opened the lid. “Holy shit! Melissa! It’s your toy box.”

She was now laughing hysterically, rolling on the bed while
I looked at all her little goodies. “Hey bébé, can we play with some of these?”
I grabbed a little vibrating toy and advanced toward her. Moving it over her
body, suddenly she wasn't laughing anymore. Her giggles turned to moans. “I’ll
take that moan as a yes.”

“Oui oui oui,” were the last words I heard as I captured her
mouth, plunging my tongue between her lips. She responded to me, wrapping her
arms around my neck, running her fingers through my hair and twisting her body
into me. I couldn't get enough of her.

I pulled back long enough to tell her, “We have too many
clothes on.” I pulled mine off, followed by hers. Her skin touching mine was
like fire. I couldn't get close enough to her. I wanted us to become one. I
slid right into her, burying my cock deep inside of her. She screamed my name
and begged me to fuck her. “Don’t stop," she panted over and over. Her
pussy was throbbing and pulsing around my cock. She was amazing. She felt
incredible or as she would say, incroyable! I came so hard deep inside of her.
I rolled us on our sides, and I held her tight.