Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
I laugh and lean back on the railing, crossing my ankles and then my arms over my chest. “Is that right?”
“Yeah,” she says, looking at me, and I can’t get over her beauty. It’s always like the first time when she’s around, always making my heart speed up. “Nighttime. Us up here, quiet while the party roars down there.”
“Shall we get out and do some sightseeing?” I ask. “I also want to stop by the shop and see how it’s coming along.”
“All I have to do is get my sneakers, and I’m good to go,” she says. Getting up, she finishes her drink and then comes over to me. “Laissez les bon temps rouler.” She smiles and put her hands around my waist, my arms opening for her. I pull her to me and kiss the top of her head. We stand like this for a couple of minutes, and then she lets me go to grab her shoes and her hat to go inside and open her luggage. “I have to hang up my outfit for tomorrow,” she says, and I nod, watching her take out the pink jacket and skirt and hanging it in the empty closet.
“The butler can do all that. Just get your shoes,” I tell her, and she grabs a pair of white sneakers and puts them on. “How do you make everything you wear sexy?”
She looks at me. “I’m just all that and a piece of cake.” She winks at me. I grab her hand, and she links her fingers with mine. She never does this in New York. I tried once, and she let me go as soon as someone came up to me and asked for a picture.
“I was reading that one of the top ten things to do in New Orleans was shop for lingerie,” she says and puts on her sunglasses. Just like that, she looks like a supermodel. Her plump lips are nude, and I can’t help but lean down and kiss her. She smiles and puts her free hand on my cheek. “You do owe me panties.”
“And I always pay my debts,” I tell her and take out my phone and put the address in. “It’s about an hour walk.” I look at her. “Do you want to take a cab?”
“No,” she says, looking around. “Let’s walk and explore along the way,” she says, and I couldn’t agree with her more. We walk down the street just like the other people. No one approaches us like they do in New York, which makes her a little bit freer in a way. The sound of jazz music filters out from the stores as we walk down the street. From one street to the other, we both point out things the other would like. “Oh, look, Café Du Monde.” She stops walking. “We have to stop there.”
I lead the way to the green and white awning that reads Café Du Monde in white. The tables under the awning are mostly all taken as people sit and eat. “Do you want to sit in or out?” I ask her, and she leads me to a table in the corner and sits down facing the street. “I guess out it is.”
The waitress comes over dressed in a white shirt with black bow tie and hands us the menu. “They speak French here,” I tell her.
“No.” She shakes her head. “They speak creole. Totally different.”
The waitress comes back, and we order some coffee with beignets. I let Vivienne order it to hear her French come out when she says the word. Once the waitress leaves, I pull her chair closer to mine, leaning in and speaking softly. “You’re sexy as fuck when you speak French.”
She smiles and raises her eyebrows. “Really?” I put my arm around her chair and pull her even closer. “If you move me any closer, I’ll be sitting in your lap.”
“Don’t tempt me,” I tell her. “I didn’t get my fix this morning.”
“What fix is this?” she asks, putting her leg on mine.
“My Vivienne fix,” I tell her. Looking around, I see people come and go, but no one is watching us. Everyone is in their own little world. “My cock, your mouth,” I tell her, looking at her, then looking out again. “My cock, your pussy.” I pretend I’m looking around, but I can feel her hand on my lap now. “My mouth, your pussy.”
“Well,” she says, looking around but sneaking her hand under her leg right on my cock. “We should maybe find someplace where we can remedy this.” She looks up, and my tongue slides into her mouth, and I get lost in her like always. She lets go of my lips faster than I want her to.
“voilà,” the waitress says, putting down our coffees in front of us and then the plate of beignets in the middle of us with two glasses of water.