I listened to the front door open and click shut, then the sound of the lock. I couldn抰 believe his audacity.
Maybe he抎 promised Dad to keep me away from all fun, but I wouldn抰 let myself be locked in. I waited a bit more before I opened the door a gap and peeked out. Santino was definitely gone.
He probably thought a locked front door would stop me. With a brother like Leonas, lock-picking was an easy feat.
Armed with a hairpin, I started working on the lock. After a bit of fumbling, the lock eventually clicked. Again I carefully opened the door and peeked out, then listened for voices from downstairs. The hallway was silent, so Santino was already inside French-Wench抯 apartment.
I practically rushed past her door on my way downstairs. I didn抰 want to be caught, and I couldn抰 bear the thought of overhearing them getting it on. I wasn抰 sure why the thought of hearing them was too much for me when I抎 already seen Santino bang Mrs. Alfera and Mrs. Clark. Maybe because I felt like we抎 been getting closer over the last few weeks, especially today.
I took a taxi to Notre Dame and paid cash, in case Santino was tracking my credit card. I recognized Maurice at once. He leaned against the stone wall at the bank of the Seine. He was dressed in dark chinos and a white T-shirt, and held a bottle of wine in his hand.
I smiled and greeted him with the usual number of three kisses. The 揊aire la bise?how the French called it.
揧ou look beautiful,?Maurice said.
揟hanks.?
He glanced behind me with an ironic smile. 揥here抯 your bodyguard??
揃usy with a lonely, married French woman.?
He laughed. 揌e抣l be busy for a while then, huh??
I laughed too because it would have been weird if I抎 acted annoyed. To my ears, it sounded horribly fake but Maurice didn抰 seem to notice.
揑抣l keep you busy,?he said with a slow smile, lifting the bottle with Viognier, one of my favorite wines.
揑抦 counting on it.?
I knocked at Veronique抯 door. When she opened it, she made a badly played surprised face, closing a bathrobe over her very naked body. It was a lovely body, one few men would say no to, but it left me annoyingly cold.
揙h, I didn抰 expect you so soon. I took a shower.?
揝hould I come back later??I asked, even if I knew the answer.
She grabbed my upper arm with a dismissive laugh. 揙h no. Don抰 be ridiculous.?
I stepped into the corridor of her apartment. It was smaller than the one I shared with Anna but still not cheap. Her husband probably earned good money on that oil rig while his lonely wife sought the company of men like me.
揅ome in,?she said, leading me toward the kitchen. 揗aybe you can take a look at my table as well? It抯 wobbly.?
I nodded and got down on my haunches to inspect the table. Veronique positioned herself right beside me, her bathrobe slowly becoming loose and revealing long legs and the hint of a shaved pussy.
I peered up at her face. It spoke a clear language. She wanted a night full of hot sex, and she knew I was a man who could provide it.
Problem was, my head wasn抰 down here. I couldn抰 stop thinking about Anna, about the conversation we抎 shared, and about the way my pulse picked up whenever she flirted with me. Anna too wanted me for the fun I could provide. I抎 never minded being the fling-kind-of-guy but with Anna, the idea simply didn抰 sit well with me.
Veronique touched my shoulder. 揝antino??
I glanced at her pussy once more. I could spend the night banging a lonely, horny woman, or I could return upstairs. For what?
I wasn抰 sure what I wanted anymore. Anna. Definitely. That was the damn problem.
I shoved to my feet. 揟he table is fine. Let me check the window now.?I strode toward the window, which was jammed but I couldn抰 see how I could fix it.
揇o you want a glass of wine??
I shook my head. 揑 should go.?
Not waiting for a reply, I left the apartment and hurried up the stairs. Anna had become my cockblock.
I went to unlock the door but it wasn抰 locked anymore. I shoved open the door and stormed in. Anna wasn抰 in the bathroom. I only found her nightgown thrown over the bathtub rim. I whirled around and checked her bedroom, even if I knew I wouldn抰 find her there either. What I found was her cell phone. She probably suspected the tracker we抎 put in it. Did she even realize how dangerous it was for her to run around without a way to contact me?
揇amn it!?I roared as I rushed back down the stairs and knocked at Veronique抯 door. She opened a moment later, looking confused. 揑 need your Vespa. My sister抯 run off and I need to go looking for her.?
She took the key from a hook on the wall. 揇o you want me to call the police??
揘o,?I clipped as I grabbed the key of the fucking Vespa and hurried down the stairs. Taking a car would take longer, so even if I hated the yellow-colored thing, it would do me a better service if I wanted to find Anna as quickly as possible.