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Vignette #2

 

Café Madeleine was our favorite place for breakfast. Martine, impeccably dressed, welcomed us and took us to our private table in the corner.  I always loved the way the fountain became our background music.

Menus, a formality, because we both already knew what we were having. Franco adored the Quiche Lorraine, and Quiche Florentine was my weakness. Raspberry Mimosas came to the table within minutes after the waiter delicately placed our napkins in our laps.

“To you, Ms. Delacroix, and your smile, your sweet spirit, and your success.”

My eyes couldn’t drift.  It was almost as if his eyes and mine were fused by a spiritual force.

Blushing slightly, “To you, Mr. Washington, for being my muse.”

As our glasses clinked, I saw it for the second time in the last few days we had been together. A loud emotion behind his eyes that spoke to me, silently and clearly. I wasn’t mistaking it for my own. It was his.  In time, he would share it.

“What’s on your mind this morning Morena?” The warmth of his hand over mine gave me a sense of calm, although I couldn’t say what I was thinking.

“I was thinking that I want you to tell me what you want, Franco.”

“I want you. Right now. Right here. In broad daylight.”

Feeling his hand caress my thigh under the napkin, my heart raced. I knew it was just a matter of time before his fingers would find my silky wetness and we would both be licking our fingers. Then Martine would serve us breakfast.