Authors: Catherine Putsche
Addicted To Greed (7 page)
After Felicity visited
Wilhelm’s offices, she informed him she
wouldn’t be going back home to Paris, as she had been offered a
job opportunity at Richard Myers and Partners and she would be
staying in the states for at least six months.
Wilhelm
couldn’t resist asking her to dinner the following week
she accepted with a huge perfectly practiced smile on her face.
This was her opening, she must confide in the Madame on how
she was going to play this one special opportunity, after all that
would be all she needed to set her deceitful plan into action.
L'Atelier de Joel Rubicon next week, I must ask you for your
advice on how to impress him and take our friendship up to the
next level!”
“How delightful my dear I hear it serves the best
french cuisine
New York can offer by far. You must listen carefully to me now;
I daresay this will be a good opportunity for me to call a
colleague of mine from the New York Times.”
After Felicity placed the receiver down, she poured herself a
large glass of 1994 red chateau Ausone, a gift of eighteen bottles
sent by the Madame to congratulate her on her many to be
successes over in New York. Mulling over what the Madame
had told her and her advice Felicity had to set to work on
polishing her seductive, sexy and manipulative skills, her choice
of outfit and her most elegant manners down to the smallest
detail. She knew this would take a lot of time in the mirror to
perfect but she was excited, in fact the most excited she had
been in her entire existence. She wondered if this is how her
mother used to feel. If so she was beginning to understand her
more so than ever.
Felicity arrived at the L'Atelier de Joel Rubicon fashionably late,
the thought of keeping Wilhelm waiting was what she found
herself enjoying more so than she dare admit, it was a buzz
prolonging the inevitable. She was completely unaware that
Wilhelm thought twice about cancelling their dinner date.
Wilhelm was seated waiting patiently upon her arrival, ordering
a bottle of vintage Dom Perignon. As soon as Felicity entered
the restaurant, dressed in a long elegant black Jovani evening
gown, he became instantly mesmerised by her tall sleek
silhouette. He notice for a few brief moments that all the tables
surrounding seemed to stop and look at Felicity in wonderment,
at her delicate, yet incredibly graceful walk, her shiny golden
blonde hair tied up neatly into a french pleat, her perfectly
shaped oval face. He noticed that she had all the qualities of his
late mother who had died several years ago.
Felicity reached his table waiting to be seated, Wilhelm almost
forgot his manners, he couldn’t take his eyes of this beautiful
creature, he barely heard what she was saying to him, she was in
mid conversation and all Wilhelm could think of was how he
would like to slowly undress her, unaware of her cunning plan
as he accepted her offer to go back to her apartment after sharing
several bottles of champagne and a delicious french cuisine
three-course meal.
They talked into the early hours of the morning sharing more
champagne, discussing architecture and how they both loved
New York. They shared each other’s flesh, making love time
and time again, both having the most splendid of orgasms, they
both wanted this moment to last forever, nothing else mattered.
Wilhelm had no idea the entire time he was being photographed.
They both fell into a blissful sleep their bodies united and naked,
exhausted by their passionate love making.
plan to the next level.
Chapter 3
Wilhelm woke the next morning with a particularly sore head,
dehydrated and unaware of his surroundings, and then the
sudden realisation hit him he was in Felicity’s bed, where had
she gone? He was completely naked with only a single satin
sheet, where the hell was all his clothes? He laid there
remembering the night before and a sudden surge of guilt came
over him, it was the first time he had been unfaithful to Jeannie,
his devoted wife. How could he of been so stupid? He loved
Jeannie; she was his childhood sweetheart since his days at
university where he met her through mutual friends that were
celebrating their graduation. Jeannie was his first great love and
last he believed until now, what had he done? How could he
face her now? Conscious of the fact that he had been unfaithful
with a woman closer to his eldest daughter’s age. Whilst all
these thoughts were running through his head, the beautiful
Felicity walked in with a tray full of fresh orange and freshly
baked croissants, she was wearing a black silky nightgown and
her long golden blonde hair falling on to her tiny waist, she
looked stunning with her wonderfully long bronzed legs.
have prepared us a light breakfast.”
“Bonjour mademoiselle, how fascinating is there a translation
for your name also?”
“Felicite, I believe.”
“That’s a beautiful translation; you must teach me how to
pronounce it correctly.”
Felicity couldn’t help but stare at his nakedness; he had a very
trim lean physique, no signs of over indulgence on his stomach
as she could just make out his abdominal muscles, not an inch of
fat to be seen and his large thick manhood protruding under the
sheets, she witnessed his striking handsome face under his
masses of curly black hair and just wanted to get on top of him
and ride him again and again but held back, in the hope that he
would make the first move.
“Penny for your thoughts mademoiselle?”
“They’re too rude to say out loud monsieur!”
With this Wilhelm began to stroke her face and kiss her plump
lips, she sought out his tongue and they began french kissing,
spending the entire morning making love and regenerating by
having small naps in between until it was time for Wilhelm to
leave, as he needed to drop into his offices and meet a new client
at three in the afternoon, bearing in mind he would have to go to
his apartment first to shower and change.
“I wish I didn’t have to go but I have to
. Why don’t we meet up
later for dinner tonight?”
“I’d love to, when you’re finished with your client and tied up
all your loose ends, meet me back here I´ll cook this evening.
Do you have you any food preferences?”
whatever you like.”
They kissed again reluctantly letting go from one another and
said their goodbyes.
When Wilhelm was gone and Felicity could hear him enter the
elevator, she placed a call to the Madame.
“You shall have the prints posted under your door before 6 this
evening my dear and by the way my contact at the New York
Times says they are of exceptional quality and quantity. Well
done my dear you shall be rewarded for all you hard work in
time, I’m sure of it.”
them to Wilhelm?”
“All in good time, first you must wait and let the relationship
blossom, who knows he may just want to divorce his wife in
time. You shall use the photographs when you feel he is having
a change of heart about your relationship and perhaps wants to
end it, it’s hard to put a timescale on it and even more difficult
to say what he will do when you give him an ultimatum in the
next month or so. Just take it nice and slowly for now and be
the perfect hostess to all his needs.”
“Yes Madame, I understand, thank you I shall call you in the
week and let you know how it’s progressing.”
Felicity put down the handset and went to run herself a shower,
she must go food shopping if she was going to cook tonight, she
knew she could of just had it all made to order and delivered to
her apartment but she wanted to make a special effort and use
her well practised culinary skills to woo Wilhelm even more.
She hoped that he would fall in love with her naturally and she
wouldn’t have to use the photos, they were a last resort.
just switched on realising he had several voicemails from her.
“Hi Janice I shall be in the office in an hour or so
. I am
diverting all my calls to the office number in the mean time,
hope you don’t get too swamped!”
“Good afternoon Wil
helm, I have been trying to reach you but I
think your cell phone has been out of range, Jeannie called this
morning several times, she said she will try again later this
afternoon. Smith & Brothers have a client they want you to
meet, and don’t forget your appointment with Mr Anderson at
three this afternoon.”
when I get to the office later.”
Wilhelm
dialled his wife’s number un-prepared for her continual
nagging to come home, he managed to calm her down and speak
to Chase promising him he would be there for Christmas and he
would bring him a big surprise. He felt incredibly guilty and
asked Jeannie to bear with him for another few months until he
got the Smith & Brothers contract, then they would all have a
family holiday together somewhere in Tunisia. Jeannie soon
came round to his gentle persuasion in the hope that when he got
the contract he would be coming home for good. Wilhelm hung
up and a huge lump came to his throat at the thought of Chase
getting so upset, he missed his little boy immensely and the
girls, even their squabbling sulking tantrums that used to annoy
him so much, he missed all his home comforts, Jeannie’s
cooking and her great sense of humour. But he had come this
far and was dammed if he was going home empty handed, he
needed this contract, this would be his biggest achievement so
far, it would allow him to design and build the largest coliseums
all over Europe and the United States. He also knew he needed
to end this affair that had just began with Felicity, it would be
very difficult because he knew when he was in her presence he
just couldn’t resist, he had never felt this out of control around
anybody and this worried him slightly. He decided he would
call it off before it went any further after dinner tonight, he must
inform her that his wife and family will always be the most
important people in his life and he couldn’t jeopardise this any
further, he hoped she would understand, he knew he had gone
too far and he needed to put this right, besides Felicity was a
beautiful woman who could have any man she desired, he
doubted he would have to do too much explaining.
Wilhelm shook Mr Anderson hand and welcomed him to his
offices, he showed him a number of CAD print outs of the floor
plans, site plan, cross sections and isometric and axonometric
projections he had designed in regards to Mr Andersons
proposed new house talking him through each with detailed
drawings, showing a small part of the construction at a larger
scale. The house was almost finished and the next step was to
enable a building contractor to construct it providing that Mr
Anderson didn’t have any further ideas in the design process he
may want to add now or at a later stage.
Wilhelm kept glancing at his clock above his office door, not
wanting this meeting to go on a lot longer than two hours, he felt
anxious, to get to Felicity’s apartment, to clear all this mess up.
Mr Anderson nodded in approval and seemed happy for the time
being with the proposed plans; luckily it didn’t take more than
over an hour to finalise a few small details. Wilhelm arranged
another appointment with Mr Anderson next week, happily with
Janice knowing his client was satisfied.
Once finished in the offices, he glanced up to the clock it was
6.30 time to go and visit Felicity, the very thought of her gave
him butterflies in the bottom of his stomach, What if he couldn’t
resist her again and they ended up back in bed together? He was
willing himself to be strong for the sake of his wife and children,
they were his life and he didn’t want to lose them at any cost,
even if it meant confessing all to Jeannie, hoping she could find
it in her heart to forgive him and his moment of madness and
lunacy, even though he knew it would break her heart, he was
hoping that it wouldn’t come to that, but how would he be able
to keep this a secret, the guilt, all the unnecessary pain he had
created just for been a pathetically weak stupid man.
Felicity lit the candles on the dining table after laying the table
for two; it looked so romantic, she was pleased with her creation
but felt it lacked a finishing touch, where were her Parisian
embroiled napkins? Had she left them in Paris at the Madame’s?
She began shuffling through her drawers stumbling upon them
much to her relief, placing the pair in between the silver English
fiddle and thread cutlery she had adapted perfectly She stood
there admiring her creation forgetting that she had a boiling pan
of water for the asparagus she had to cover and steam for at least
six minutes, as an appetizer she was hoping her lemon asparagus
starter was going to be mouth watering. For the main course she
had already prepared spinach and three cheese stuffed manicotti
ready to be put in the oven and bake for 45 minutes. She
glanced at her watch checking the time hoping that she would
get the timing right with Wilhelm’s arrival. For desert she had
prepared and cooked strawberry sugar cookies, satisfied she had
all her cutlery placed correctly, she went to grab four wine
glasses, two red and two white and placed them to the right of
the cutlery with the white glass on the outside cursing herself for
forgetting the chilled Franciscan Cuvee Sauvage.
Wilhelm had called her to let her know would be leaving the
office in ten minutes and on his way asking if he could bring
anything. She assured him she had everything and all she had
left to do was find an appropriate outfit, something casual as she
was at home but also sexy so Wilhelm could imagine undressing
her later in the evening or whenever he felt the desire. She had
already dressed her long blonde hair into a french twist allowing
a few strands to fall down at each side, she had applied minimal
makeup in the hope that it wouldn’t spoil the satin bed sheets in
the event she was taken by surprise with no time to remove it.
Although she wanted Wilhelm to undress her slowly revealing
her sexy black basque that accentuated her small petite breasts
making them look bigger, gently removing her crochet stockings
that were attached to her suspender belt. She entered her large
walk in wardrobe in search of a black low cut fitted shirt,
finding an Alexandra McQueen capped sleeve shirt in white and
in black choosing the black as it would conceal her
undergarments, leaving a little more to the imagination, she
teamed the shirt up with some hipster skinny white jeans and
Burberry black ballerina flats, finishing her look with a wide
black leather belt. She checked herself out in the mirror
satisfied with her casual look, a little worried that she may
actually look all of her eighteen years and four months but she
didn’t, luckily dressing her hair up added a few years to her
youthfulness, she looked older than at least twenty one, less than
half the age of Wilhelm.