Free Napoleon's Gift by Alie Infante Page A

waistcoat, and I swallowed hard.
    “ Combien de temps avez-vous été employé par Madame Soleil ?” How long have you been in Madame Soleil’s employment? He asked, and I looked at the long flowing yellow curtains, to remove my mind from the fact that he was undressing. He took off the cufflinks, placed them on the bureau, then removed his shirt.
    My lord, what a very well built man .
    The muscles in his chest area rippled with the slightest of motions, and the small downs of hair on his chest, traveled to the lower regions of his body. I felt flush with wanting.
    What had Ms. Claudette done to me!
    I swallowed hard again.
    Should I have these peculiar feelings for him?
    The deep baritone of his voice was very soothing, and as I watched his movements, he seemed completely confident with himself.
    Good lord above, what was I to do?
    “ Cocotte ?” Love, he questioned, and my gaze went to his face. The slight grin caused my heart to skip a beat, however, not from fear.
    “ Trois jours monsieur .” Three days sir, I replied, and his grin widened.
    “ Le monsieur n'est pas nécessaire . Et avez-vous des notions de ce qui se passe entre un homme et une femme aimée?” The Sir…is not necessary. Moreover, do ye have any notions of what happens between a man and a woman? He asked, and I rolled my eyes at his grin, then frowned at him.
    “ Comme condescendant que vous apparaissez, je ne suis pas naïf à ce point, j'ai eu des relations avec un homme. Et seulement aujourd'hui, je les ai eu avec une femme .” As condescending as you appear, I am not that naïve. I have had relations with a man before. In addition, just today I had them with a woman. I came back with, my frown deeper.
    He threw his head back and laughed.
    “ Une femme ?” A woman, he asked with a look of surprise, then it was replaced by that confounded grin.
    “ Oui .” Yes, I nodded curtly.
    “ Hummm, Venir .” Come, he said, then motioned for me to sit on the bed, and I did with some trepidation.
    He unbelted the dressing gown, then slipped it from my shoulders. The breath left his chest in a quite rush. He bent to his knees in front of me, then placed my leg on his knee, as he unfastened the first of the garters.
    “ Et quel âge ?” How old was he? He asked, but my eyes closed at the sensations his fingers were creating on the inside of my thigh, and the breath left me just as quickly.
    “ Mon amour…ses années ?” My Love…years? He questioned, and another gasp left me as his hand went to my other thigh, and released the garter.
    “ 19 années .” Nineteen years, I cried as his hand moved further up, gently caressing me, in regions I never once spoke about before, until Claudette and today.
    I looked up at him wide -eyed.
    “ C’est ma chérie, ce n'est pas un homme, mais un enfant .” That my darling…is not a man…but a child. He whispered, as his lips touched the inside of my thigh, and I nearly screamed.
    My mind continued to reel, as his hands did the most tempting things to me.
    I had been under the impression that I was to be the seducer.
    “ Et quel âge êtes-vous ?” Moreover, how many years are ye? He asked as his lips moved in a circular motion, and the moan left me before I could stifle it.
    “ 26 années vieux .”  Twenty-six I gasped, as his right hand came up to caress my left breast.
    “ Et votre âge à l’époque ?”  Your age at the time? He questioned, as he slowly moved me further onto the bed.
    “ Dix-neuf, comme il était .” Nineteen, just as he was I moaned, as his lips began to caress me, my fingers twisting into the folds of the bed sheets.
    “ Et combien de fois ?”  How often? He inquired lifting his head for the briefest of moments.
    “ Juste une fois !” Just the once I screamed, as I felt my body tighten, and every thing Claudette said came rushing up from the pit of me as he caressed me with his mouth, the scream leaving me of it’s own accord.
    “That chér , is not lovemaking.”