“I really enjoyed last night,” Marc said after failing to wipe that embarrassing grin from his face.
“So did I.”
“Would you like to do this—”
“Absolutely.”
“I promise no pressure next time,” Émilie said. “What happened here will be our little secret.”
“I appreciate that.”
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When she said nothing in return, Marc added, “I should have said that my morning salute was solely for you.”
“Had you said that, you’d find out just how soft my lips are,” Émilie countered.
The imagery those words conjured caused Marc’s mind to wander, and he nearly missed the mark. Fortunately, he adjusted his aim in time, but not before she giggled. The light-hearted banter was reason enough for his cheeks to redden.
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“Well… I need to pee…”
Marc got up, ignoring the cold from the boards radiating through his feet. He quickly scanned the room and found all he needed to relieve himself.
“Friendly advice, my lord,” Émilie said in a teasing tone. “Erections must always be attributed to the half-naked woman in the room.”
“Will…” Marc stopped talking long enough to get a stream going, “…take that under advisement, mademoiselle.”
He was normally more discrete but the push against his bladder could not tolerate a further delay. I hope she doesn’t mind.
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Her eyes flowed down his bare chest, and lingered just between his legs. He guessed that given her vocation, the need for subtlety did not come up often. Her eyes widened, and she grinned. Her growing excitement was enough for Marc’s ears to burn hot.
“You scamp!” Émilie said. “All that talk about arousal last night and you’re stiff as a board.”
“Well… I need to pee…”
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“No,” Marc said. “I’ll live. There are worse things in life than pushing through fatigue.”
As more memories resurfaced from last night the bigger his smile became. He rather enjoyed hearing about her life and family. It was the notion of growing up with a devoted mother and grandmother that intrigued him the most.
He also appreciated that she would ask questions and appeared interested in his response. While uneducated, there was a thirst for knowledge… I’m sure her getting paid to sleep helped…
“I’m sure you have,” Émilie said.
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“Good morning,” Émilie said with a yawn. “Wait! It’s morning?”
That was a good question, his mind had enough time to process his surroundings.
“Alas,” Marc began. “It is. The sun is shining through the east window and I can smell bread in the ovens.”
“Did you get any sleep?”
“No,” Marc said. “I’ll live. There are worse things in life than pushing through fatigue.”
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Conspiracy of the Fallen 2: The First One is a captivating science fiction drama, written by independent author C.J. Boyle. This is the sequel to Conspiracy of the Fallen, and picks up where the first book left off and continues with this thrilling journey.
In the first book, Evie escapes from her a hostile planet and is forced to adapt to human life. Whereas The First One delves deeper into the intricacies of the conspiracy and how it plays out for control of her world. The plot unfolds through multiple perspectives, offering a comprehensive view of the events.
Full of unexpected twists and turns, The First One keeps you guessing until the very end. As some pieces fall off the board, new dangers emerge, ensuring a gripping and suspenseful tale.
It turned out that her life had gone off the rails. A travelling theatre company offered her to join them, but left her behind when war broke out. Without family support, she had to put the only thing she had of value on offer… She sells her body for food, shelter and a pittance of pay.
He had lost the feeling in his left arm, and attempted to extricate himself. That interrupted her breathing and she rolled over to face him. She smiled, and the dimples in her plump cheeks were positively radiant.
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He remembered talking until the candle burned out. By then the tavern had gone quiet. They didn’t realise they were being loud until a neighbour knocked against the wall. They carried on in whispers, like children keeping secrets from their parents.
It turned out that she, like Chabanel, was from Normandy. France seceded that land to the conquering Norse… that goes far to explain her appearance.
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Marc awoke in a start with no idea of where he was. That in itself was unusual, because he normally awoke clear headed and ready to fight. However, his eyes were heavy, and his thoughts were muddled.
He forced his eyes open, revealing a head of curly golden hair. When he tied in the sounds of deep breathing, and the warmth of her body, memories from the night before returned to the forefront of his mind.
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