Free The Erotic Secrets of a French Maid by Lisa Cach
Authors: Lisa Cach
changed your mind? You don't want any of this?"
"It's not right."
"But I made a stuffed leg of lamb. And dessert." She looked helplessly around the kitchen, the signs of her efforts clear in the dirty bowls, pans, and utensils.
"We can still eat the dinner you made. Maybe even make a deal for you to cook at my house a couple times a week. But I don't want you to feel like you have to follow through on the rest."
Some of the light left her eyes. She looked hurt. "You don't want to sleep with me."
"Yes! I do! But you're so nervous, I wanted to give you a chance to reconsider." He was calling her nervous. Ha! What a joke! He was the one who was ready to die of nerves.
She set down her wineglass and played with its base, watching her own fingertips sliding around the circle of glass. Then she suddenly looked up, meeting his eyes with a steady gaze. "It's been a year and a half since I've had sex. They say it's like riding a bicycle and you never forget how, right? But that doesn't mean there isn't a part of me that's still a little nervous, no matter how much I'm looking forward to it."
He was surprised and pleased by her admissions of having been celibate for so long and of wanting to sleep with him. "It's been a while for me, too," he said quietly.
"I've never done it with someone I wasn't in a long-term relationship with." She stepped closer to him, Page 39
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bringing her mouth within inches of his own. "And I've never been creative with it, before tonight. But it's good to try new things. To learn. Don't you think?"
He could feel the warmth of her breath against his lips. "Education is important." He tried to give nobility one last chance. "I don't want to corrupt you."
"The sin of knowledge? A bit old school, don't you think?"
"I don't want you to be ashamed, afterwards."
"Will you think badly of me, if I become your mistress?"
Would
he think less of her if she went through with it? If she were his age or looking for marriage, then he might.
But Emma had other things on her mind than relationships. From what little he knew of her, she wouldn't be doing this unless it made practical and moral sense to her.
He laughed as he realized what his answer to her question was. "If you go through with it, tomorrow I'll wonder if it's all been real."
She raised a brow. "Will I be a toy to you? A sex toy in a very large toy box?" She gestured to the apartment.
"Not a toy. A toy implies mastery by another. I think pagan goddess' would be the better description. A goddess bestowing gifts upon the incredibly fortunate."
She smiled and came close enough for her lips to brush his. "I can live with that."
He was suddenly sure that he could, too. Oh God, yes, he could. He put his hand on her hip and began to close the scant distance.
The buzz of the oven timer cut between them. "Oh good, there's the lamb!" she said, hopping away from him and grabbing her oven mitts.
"Hurrah," he muttered. Walking was becoming difficult for him now, as well. He moved to the other side of the breakfast bar, where his lower half would be out of sight.
He watched her lift the pan out of the oven. She glanced up at him and smiled, and for the first time in his life he seriously wondered if he should start looking for a wife. There was something deeply appealing about a woman cooking for you. Though this was only a business arrangement, it was easy to forget that fact when Emma smiled at him, when she seemed to take such care and delight in the meal she had made.
"Do you want to help?" she asked.
"Sure. What do you need me to do?"
"You could finish setting the table. I took out dishes for two settings, if that's okay."
He looked at her in puzzlement.
"I wasn't sure that you'd want me to eat with you, or if this was supposed to be more like a restaurant Page 40
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experience."
"Two
"It's not right."
"But I made a stuffed leg of lamb. And dessert." She looked helplessly around the kitchen, the signs of her efforts clear in the dirty bowls, pans, and utensils.
"We can still eat the dinner you made. Maybe even make a deal for you to cook at my house a couple times a week. But I don't want you to feel like you have to follow through on the rest."
Some of the light left her eyes. She looked hurt. "You don't want to sleep with me."
"Yes! I do! But you're so nervous, I wanted to give you a chance to reconsider." He was calling her nervous. Ha! What a joke! He was the one who was ready to die of nerves.
She set down her wineglass and played with its base, watching her own fingertips sliding around the circle of glass. Then she suddenly looked up, meeting his eyes with a steady gaze. "It's been a year and a half since I've had sex. They say it's like riding a bicycle and you never forget how, right? But that doesn't mean there isn't a part of me that's still a little nervous, no matter how much I'm looking forward to it."
He was surprised and pleased by her admissions of having been celibate for so long and of wanting to sleep with him. "It's been a while for me, too," he said quietly.
"I've never done it with someone I wasn't in a long-term relationship with." She stepped closer to him, Page 39
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bringing her mouth within inches of his own. "And I've never been creative with it, before tonight. But it's good to try new things. To learn. Don't you think?"
He could feel the warmth of her breath against his lips. "Education is important." He tried to give nobility one last chance. "I don't want to corrupt you."
"The sin of knowledge? A bit old school, don't you think?"
"I don't want you to be ashamed, afterwards."
"Will you think badly of me, if I become your mistress?"
Would
he think less of her if she went through with it? If she were his age or looking for marriage, then he might.
But Emma had other things on her mind than relationships. From what little he knew of her, she wouldn't be doing this unless it made practical and moral sense to her.
He laughed as he realized what his answer to her question was. "If you go through with it, tomorrow I'll wonder if it's all been real."
She raised a brow. "Will I be a toy to you? A sex toy in a very large toy box?" She gestured to the apartment.
"Not a toy. A toy implies mastery by another. I think pagan goddess' would be the better description. A goddess bestowing gifts upon the incredibly fortunate."
She smiled and came close enough for her lips to brush his. "I can live with that."
He was suddenly sure that he could, too. Oh God, yes, he could. He put his hand on her hip and began to close the scant distance.
The buzz of the oven timer cut between them. "Oh good, there's the lamb!" she said, hopping away from him and grabbing her oven mitts.
"Hurrah," he muttered. Walking was becoming difficult for him now, as well. He moved to the other side of the breakfast bar, where his lower half would be out of sight.
He watched her lift the pan out of the oven. She glanced up at him and smiled, and for the first time in his life he seriously wondered if he should start looking for a wife. There was something deeply appealing about a woman cooking for you. Though this was only a business arrangement, it was easy to forget that fact when Emma smiled at him, when she seemed to take such care and delight in the meal she had made.
"Do you want to help?" she asked.
"Sure. What do you need me to do?"
"You could finish setting the table. I took out dishes for two settings, if that's okay."
He looked at her in puzzlement.
"I wasn't sure that you'd want me to eat with you, or if this was supposed to be more like a restaurant Page 40
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experience."
"Two
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