HEAT Vol. 2 (Master Chefs: HEAT Series #2) (6 page)

We
walked on, lost in our thoughts, but fiercely together as the cliffs bordering
the beach grew taller and taller.  There was almost something magical in the
majesty of it all.

“It’s
funny, but I feel closer to God here than I would have thought possible.  When
you took me away from the convent… I don’t know… I thought I’d feel an
emptiness or some guilt, like I’d turned my back on someone who counted on me,
but this….”

We
reached a strange rock formation that stood on the beach.  “Isn’t that the
strangest thing,” I said.  “It’s almost like a statue that’s been sculpted by
the hand of God.”

He
smiled.  “I guess you could say that.  It’s the
falaises aux vaches noires
. 
Look back there at the cliffs.”

Eroded
into large and sharp black teeth that jutted down to the water, the formations
were strange, but beautiful.

Impressed,
I looked up at Bobby.  The breeze blew back his hair and I was charmed by him
all over again.  “For an American who’s spent all his time studying the
culinary arts and…”  I stopped myself before mentioning the girls he’d dated. 
I didn’t want to go down that road again.  “You certainly seem to know quite a
bit about the area.”

“It’s
payback time.  You guided me around Paris and taught me so much.  You know, I
still go to that market you brought me to, at least once a week.  I love the
fresh produce and it certainly adds to the dishes I make, but the truth is that
I always see you when I go there.  I can almost feel you.  I guess it was my
way of being with you without being with you.”

At
the base of the towering rock sculptures, I stopped and turned to him.  “You
know, I almost don’t recognize the young hot-headed guy who first ran into me. 
It’s as if you’ve aged five years in the past months.”

He
shrugged.  “I guess I was a bit childish when I first came out here.  I’d like
to blame my mother for that… she did coddle me a bit too much, but, well, I
guess I just needed to grow up.  The time I spent hiking across Europe gave me plenty of time to think.  It also pushed me to be far more resourceful than
I’d ever had to be.”

“Well…” 
I put my hand to his shoulder.  “I like this new resourceful man.  I like him a
lot.” I leaned in and kissed him.

At
first he let me lay soft and light kisses over his lips and across his cheek,
but then he let out a hungry groan and leaned heavily into me.  His weight
pulled me down and brought me to my knees on cool sand.  With quick and jerking
motions, he pulled up the short narrow skirt of my dress, and tugged down my
panties, exposing my buttocks.

Kneeling
in front of me, he shifted closer as he pulled his hard-on out of his shorts. 
I shot a quick glance across the bare sands of the shoreline.  Were we really
going to make love here, out in the open, where anyone could come around the
bend and find us?

It
was a thrilling prospect and I eagerly gave into the game.

Bobby
slipped his cock between my legs and after a few moistening glides along my
lips, he thrusted inside.  Our grunts and groans were drowned out by the
crashing waves that seemed to pound the sand with increasing force, just as
Bobby pounded into me harder and harder.

When
he’d spent himself, after bringing me to the sweetest orgasm ever, he remained
pressed against me, kissing my face, my eyelids, and lips over and over again.

“I love you Lilly,” Bobby said, “If I hurt you, I’ll make
it up to you for the rest of my life.

I
t was our last day in the country, our last
day of strolling along the beach, eating picnics in the vast meadow and making
love in the kitchen, living room or even screened-in back porch of the lovely
country home we’d quickly grown fond of.

After
putting our suitcases in Bobby’s small rental, we leaned back on the hood and
looked out at the sun drenched countryside.

I
sighed.  “I’m going to miss this place.”

“Don’t
worry,” Bobby said.  “I’m sure we’ll come back soon.”

I
smiled at him, more in love with him than I could have ever imagined.  The
months apart had done wonders to our relationship.  I guess we’d both needed to
grow up and mature; to realize what was important to us both.  I saw in his
eyes how the boyish charmer had been transformed into responsible man, a strong
man.

“What
are you smiling at?” he said.

“You. 
Sometimes I look at you and can’t believe you're with me.  I can’t believe how
lucky I am.  To tell you the truth, I didn’t think you had it in you to become
such a man.  I would have bet anything you’d be the perennial playboy, always
on the make, always looking for a good time and the next party. ”

He
took my hand and kissed my fingers before trailing his lips up my arm until he
nuzzled my neck.  In an instant we were on fire, burning to get closer, eager
to have that connection once again.  Leaning me back onto the hood, he let his
hand travel up my leg and under the skirt of my dress.  I was already wet,
already waiting.

“This
is all the good time I need,” he murmured as he brought his lips to mine and
devoured me.  With his free hand he tugged his shorts down, pushed my panties
to the side and rammed his hardened shaft inside me.

I
let out a husky growl and raised my legs in the air to allow him better entry. 
He pressed in deeper and pumped harder while his hands held onto my breasts,
squeezing them.  As he approached his orgasm, he slowed down to a deliberate
pace that left me gasping.  Pulling his shaft almost all the way out, he paused
for a moment and looked at me.

“Do
you have any idea what you do to me?” he whispered.

In
response, I pulled the straps of my dress off my shoulder and he took in a deep
breath as he waited for me to go on.

“How
long can you hold on like that?” I challenged.

He
looked down at his exposed shaft, his soft cap still nestled inside me.

With
delicate fingers, I traced the neckline of my dress, pushing it and his hands
aside until my nipples were exposed.

Again,
he pulled in a deep, sharp breath as his hands, seeking something to hold onto,
grasped by ass.

“Hold
on,” I said.

His
lips parted, and he fixed his gaze to my breasts as I pinched my nipples,
bringing them to a full erection.

“I
can’t,” he muttered.

“Hold
on.”  I grabbed my breasts and greedily kneaded them while still stimulating my
nipples.

He
closed his eyes and growled.  “I can’t.”

My
juices ran even hotter and my body clamped down on his cap, enticing him.

“I
can’t,” he let out in a feral cry as he plunged deep inside me, each pump of
his hard cock accompanied by a cry of release and exaltation until he finally
lay over me, limp and dripping in sweat.

“Good
thing the neighbors are a fair distance away,” I said with a chuckle.

“You
drive me crazy, you know that?”  Grinning, he pulled out.

He’d
just finished wiping us down when his phone rang.  Looking at his screen, he
laughed.  “Good timing sis.”  He tapped the screen to take the call.  “Hey, how
are you doing?   Yeah.  Well, I’m not alone out here.  I might have forgotten
to mention, but my reason for coming out here in the first place was to find
Lilly.  Yeah.  She’s right here with me…  She really loves the house and we’ve
enjoyed every day out here.  Yeah, yeah, don’t worry about it.  We left it as
we found it.”  He nodded, glanced at me, and nodded again.  “Yeah, sure.  What
time?  Okay, we should be in Paris by then.  Yeah, we’ll swing by.  See you
then.”

“Is
your sister missing her little brother?”

“Actually,
I think she’s eager to meet you.”

“Meet
me?  But we’ve already met.”

“She
met you as a teacher at the institute.  Now things are different.  She’s going
to meet you as my girl.”  He tossed the car keys up in the air, caught them and
headed to the driver car door while I went to the passenger side.  “They want
us to have dinner with them.”

“Oh.” 
I wasn’t really sure if that was a good thing.  Did Taryn want to reprimand me
for the whole institute debacle?  No, she’d been perfectly kind and
understanding the last time I’d seen her.  Still, I worried.

“Don’t
worry.  It’s just dinner.”

Despite
his reassurance, I was nervous about dining with Taryn and Errol. 

“You
know,” I said as we approached the city.  “Since we’re a bit early, how about
passing around my old apartment building.”

“Sure,
but why?  Feeling nostalgic already?”  He grinned.

“I’m
going to need a place to stay.  I already know the area and the rent is cheap. 
I’m no longer working at the institute, so I gotta watch my pennies.”

He
seemed unhappy with the idea, but veered the car to my old neighborhood all the
same.

“Wait
here.  I’ll go see the landlady.”

“Lilly.”

I
was halfway out of the car and leaned back in to look at him.

“I
don’t think you should come back here.  This neighborhood…”

“Do
you have a better idea?”

His
blank stare told me he didn’t.

“Look,
it’ll only be until I can get a job and a good salary.”

He
opened his mouth to argue, but I hurried out of the car and shut the door
before he could try to change my mind.

“Madame
Forestier?” I called as I knocked on her door.  The television inside blared
with the sounds of a couple fighting on one of those soap operas.  Partially
deaf, she always had her television on at full blast.  “Madame Forestier.”

I
had to bang on the door for her to finally come.

“Lilly,
quelle surprise
.”

“I’m
so glad you're home.  I know I moved out just a week ago, but I need my
apartment back.”

She
shook her head.  “
Non
.”

“
Non
?”

“I
already rented it out to Monsieur Guilbault.  He’s been harassing me for months
about a vacant apartment.  When you told me you were leaving, I called him.  He
moved in two hours after you left.”

“Oh.” 
I didn’t know what to say.  I was so sure I would get my old apartment back, I
hadn’t even considered the possibility it’d already been taken by someone
else.  Even though I knew it was useless, I still asked, “Do you have any other
vacancies, even if it’s a smaller apartment?”

“
Non. 
Rien
.”

“
Ah,
d’accord.  Merci tout de meme
.”

Glancing
over her shoulder as her soap opera steamed up, she muttered, “
Bonne journée
,”
and closed the door.

I
tried to keep my shoulders from slouching as I headed back out to the street
and got into the car.

“So?”

“She
rented it out already.  I can’t believe it.”

“Well,
I think it’s just as well.”  He drove off and I stared out the window as the
familiar surroundings passed by.  It may not have been the most elegant
neighborhood in Paris, but it was my neighborhood.

“Right,
so what am I supposed to do now; sleep on the streets?”

“We
could always sneak you into my dorm.”

“Brilliant. 
You were expelled and I lost my teaching position just for dating you, but I
should sneak into your dorm and actually spend the night with you.  Really,
Bobby.  Brilliant.”

“Hey,
when you get a better idea, let me know.”

Sulking,
I crossed my arms over my chest as he continued to drive on.  When he pulled
into the parking lot of his dorm I looked at him.  “Bobby, you can’t be
serious.”

“Do
you have enough money to go to a hotel?”

It
was the only other alternative, but one that would empty my bank account in a
matter of days.

We
sat there looking at the large building where he lived.  What would happen if I
was caught with him?

“It’s
too much of a risk, Bobby,” I finally said.  “I won’t do it.”

“So
then…?”

“When
do you have to return this car?”

“Lilly,
you can’t…”

“When
are you bringing it back?”

“Next
Friday, but you can’t really sleep in this car.  There’s barely enough room to
sit up, never mind lay down.”

“I’ll
make it work.”

His
phone rang and we looked at her other.  “Taryn, yeah, sorry.  I was…”  He
looked at me and chuckled softly.  “I was taking care of important business. 
We’ll be there in ten minutes.”  He hung up.  “If you're going to be living in
my car for the next week, we’d better get you a good meal first.”

Chapter 7

I
was nervous about meeting Taryn and Errol
again, but the minute we arrived at their luxurious penthouse home in the heart
of Paris, all my doubts and fears disappeared.

“Lilly,”
Taryn beamed.  “The country really agrees with you.  You're positively
glowing.”  She took me by the hand and led me inside.  “And I’m happy to see
you’ve gained a few of those pounds back.  I was really getting worried about
you.”

“You're
sweet.”  I looked around the spacious apartment that was in such sharp contrast
to the life I’d always known.  Every single item, from the art on the walls, to
the Oriental rug in the hall, to the gold mirror in the front foyer, was pure
opulence.  That mirror alone would probably have paid my rent for several
months.

“Welcome
to our home,” Errol said as he gave me a peck on one cheek and then the other. 
“Would you like a glass of wine?”

“That
would be great.”

“Red
or white?”

“White,
please.”

Taryn
and I sat on the leather sofa while Bobby and Errol headed off to the kitchen. 
“We’ll let the men take care of dinner tonight.  I would assume you’ve been
through a lot these past days.”