Cajun Vacation (12 page)

She didn’t know, but this little taste of being bad felt good. She could finally understand what her sister found so attractive in casual flings. Laurent didn’t love her, and she’d get heartbroken, but he lit a flame inside her that she didn’t realize she had. He exposed a need that she had never seen or had fulfilled. Whatever he wanted to do for the rest of her lunchtime with him, she knew it would be just as amazing.

“Incredible,” he said, and she blushed. Being embarrassed at some kind words, with her pussy exposed, didn’t make sense, but nothing about her time with Laurent was explainable.

He stood and offered his hand to help her up.

“We should get your lunch made,” he said. She held her face in check. The sex hadn’t given her any illusions that they had a relationship, but she expected more than just a quickie on the sofa. She knew better. Laurent got what he wanted. Now he was fulfilling his obligation to her. She pulled her panties back on and straightened her clothes out.

“We don’t have to have lunch,” she said. “I’ll be by at 7pm with my sisters. Thank you.” She started to turn again when his familiar touch lit up the hairs on her skin. His eyes held an emotional storm, filled with lust and promise of something more.

“I want to make you lunch,” he said, and then he dipped his head closer to her. “And dessert.”

She gulped. Whenever he planned on finally pulling the rug out from under her and leaving her heart shattered on the floor in front of him, it wasn’t now. Her better judgment screamed to cut her losses and leave, but the newly awakened wild side pushed her to stay.

“What’s for lunch?” she asked.

Chapter 15

He needed to think quickly, but his mind still reeled from the intensity of his orgasm. Feeling Sara break apart under his hands aroused him more strongly than any of his past lovers. The women he usually dated, made love like they ate food — without any true passion. Sara dressed and acted like a proper, professional woman. But she embraced passion that he doubted she knew existed until now. Her beautiful face cycled from shamed, embarrassed, even frightened, to lustful and full of sensuality. He wanted nothing more than to rip her remaining clothes off, explore every curve of her body, and cup her breasts in his hands before taking them into his mouth.

But now wasn’t the time. The conflict in Sara’s eyes was real. She had opened up with him to deeply held desires, but she had doubts. If he pushed her faster, then her more business-oriented side might get the upper hand, and she’d bolt out of his life before he could pull her in further. He needed to pace things and show her that he could be trusted. That meant keeping promises. And he promised her lunch.

He reached into the refrigerator and grabbed a head of cauliflower; then into one of the cupboards for some jasmine rice. She stood next to him as he laid the ingredients on the counter and took a knife. Her breath tingled against his ear when she leaned in to look over his shoulder, and he forced himself to think about the meal he intended to prepare.

“Curried Cauliflower over rice,” he said. “It’s simple and easy to prepare, and it’s…”

“Spicy,” she added, her eyes sparkling.

He held his hands on the counter. “It can be spiced to taste,” he said in the calmest voice he could manage.
Think about the food
, he thought. “A mild or medium heat is best in this dish.”

She pulled away, put on an apron, and then circled to stand on the opposite side of the counter from him. “So what can I do to help?” she asked. “You said that you’d teach me. Or was it demonstration only?”

He slid the cutting board across to her. “I can’t think of anyone I’d like to teach a dish to more than you,” he said.

The laughter and banter continued non-stop for the next hour as they prepped and cooked everything. A hunger simmered low in her belly that she knew had nothing to do with wanting to eat. The showman inside Laurent had turned on when she started cutting and she’d relished every minute of his company. She knew that she didn’t have anything comparable in her life to his being on TV, and that his act of teaching her was part of his showmanship. He probably thought she was good practice.
In more ways than one
, she thought. Still she intended to hold him to his promises, and that included dinner tonight with her sisters.

She wiped her face. “I never thought I’d enjoy cauliflower that much,” she said after she took her last bite. “Do you need help cleaning up? I don’t want to just eat and run.”

Laurent put his fork down. “The meal isn’t over yet,” he said, the rumble in his voice returning from earlier. “We still need to have dessert.”

“We’ll be making dessert?” she asked, hope rising in her chest that her real hunger might be satisfied.

He checked the time. “But it’s probably best if we don’t make it here,” he said. “Some staff is coming in for inventory soon. They can finish the dishes.”

She stood up from the table. He wanted to take her somewhere, and she had no idea where, only that her body wanted to go. A good girl. A sensible girl would thank him for the meal and call it an afternoon, but being good seemed so overrated right now.

“It’s only a short walk,” he said.

Her transformation to a complete slut would be official, if he took her to a hotel, and she went with him. “Where are we going?” she asked.

He smiled and put his hand on her back again, walking her to the door. “My place,” he said.

Chapter 16

The walk took far longer than from the restaurant to his old kitchen, but she enjoyed every step. All along the street, people stopped to say hello to Laurent, and make comments on how they loved his restaurant, or his performance on
Iron Chef
. Everyone couldn’t wait until he finally arranged his own locally shot food show. Laurent moved with ease among all the attention, while she waited for him to quietly cut her loose, or move her into the background. But he didn’t. He introduced her to everyone who stopped them, putting her fears to rest, and including her in all the conversations. Eventually he slipped down an alley.

“We won’t get stopped by anyone down this way,” he said, an obvious hunger in his voice. As easily as he moved in between conversations with acquaintances, he hadn’t forgotten about where he was going. Or why.

She didn’t understand Laurent. He could have any woman he wanted. Several women eyed her jealously as they walked, his hand on her back. It bothered her more than she admitted that other women wanted him. Right now he was hers, and she had no intention of sharing. But the fact that no one really seemed to think that Sara being with him was unusual, left her more certain than ever of her eventual heartbreak. No man with so many other choices would be interested in her for more than a weekend, and since no one seemed to think she was out of place being with Laurent, the consultant mind in her knew that was only because it was common. He had a new woman so often that everyone considered it Laurent’s normal.

It would end when she left New Orleans, if it didn’t end after ‘dessert’. She didn’t really expect him to make a dessert for her. Going to a man’s home after having sex with him, but wanting more, didn’t take a consultant to figure out the game plan.

She didn’t care. Whatever passion Laurent had ignited, she needed to explore. With him.

They passed out of the commercial area and into the residential neighborhoods, reaching his home a few minutes later.

She looked at his home and gaped. Being a celebrity, she expected something in a private, gated community. But his home sat in the middle of the block with a lot no larger than her parents. The home itself was a traditional two-story colonial, painted in solid white. Four windows lined the second floor with the first floor having a full porch crossing the entire home. A pair of recliners with a single table and a chair swing looking out over the street completed the furnishings. For a brief moment she wondered if he lived with
his
parents.

She felt her skin tingle and turned to see him watching her.

“It’s not what you expected, is it?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“When I was growing up, my parents both needed to work, so my grandma took care of me. She taught me everything I knew about cooking and how to really love food. She had a house with a porch like this,” he said. He paused, looking away and she though his eyes looked slightly moister then they did a moment before. “She got cheated by a banker a few years back and lost her home to foreclosure. My parents had downsized and didn’t have any extra room. They couldn’t take care of her. So when I saw this house I knew it had to be mine, and she could come live with me. I grew up in Mississippi, and this was the closest I could find that was just like her old home. I wanted her to feel comfortable. She even gave me her porch furniture.”

Sara’s heart broke in emotion as she listened and she touched his arm. “She’s lucky to have a grandson like you,” she said. “If she’s resting, then I don’t want to bother her or anything.”

Laurent closed his eyes briefly and he forced a smile. Then he turned to face her. “She saw pictures of it, but she passed away before I got the deed. I still bought it. It makes me feel like I’m at home.”

“Feeling at home is good,” she said, her heart twisting in a warm and unexpected way. She saw a flash in his eyes. Then he opened the gate, and rushed her to the door without another word. Quickly entering, they moved into the foyer. Before the door finished closing he had already picked her up in his arms and held her to his chest. He moved through the living room, down a hallway, and into his bedroom.

Sara’s head spun as Laurent laid her down on his bed. From the unwavering way he stood by her in public, to the obvious love in his voice when he spoke about his grandmother, nothing about him had gone the way she expected. Another piece of her heart broke off for him outside his home and she didn’t know how deep she’d end up falling before they said goodbye.

But that didn’t matter now. All she thought about was pleasing this man, who had opened up her kinky side. She sat up in the bed as Laurent took off his shirt.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

A wicked grin crossed her face. She thought back to all the times Alicia had given her the unwanted details of her latest conquest. Now that’d she’d already crossed the line into quickly having sex, there was one thing that Alicia always said turned a man on — when the lady took control.

Her sex life never had much control. No man had ever pressured her into unwilling sex, and she always called the shots on how quickly the first encounter occurred. But once she was in bed, her lover led the way. Not one of her lovers had ever relinquished control of their lovemaking. All she had to show for that restraint were memories of mediocre missionary position sex, with an occasional doggie style thrown in for his amusement, not hers.

“Lie down on the bed and hand me your shirt,” she said. She spoke in her authoritative, consultant voice, and it projected more confidence than she actually felt. If he said no, then she’d just go along with whatever he wanted. But she silently prayed that he would play along; so she could do for him what he did for her.

A flicker of doubt crossed his eyes, before his mouth ticked up. He handed his shirt to her and lay on the bed.

She breathed deeply.
Keep acting like you know what you’re doing and you’ll be fine
, she thought. If she broke from her focused mindset for an instant, then she knew she’d break down trembling at the idea of what she intended to do.

He waited for her to make another move and she walked up to his near his face. “Put your hands over your head,” she said. He complied immediately, lust in his eyes. She started tying his hands together with his shirt, and then to the headboard.

She walked around the room to the windows and adjusted the shades, until just the right amount of light came into the room, and shined on her body. The she took out her iPod and started playing some instrumental music she had. She hoped the tempo held enough energy to get his heart racing. Then at the foot of the bed, her body moved. Like a ballerina, she twirled and dipped, each time making sure he had a view of all the places she wanted him to see.

The bulge in his pants grew to the size of a small mountain and he pulled against the restraint on the headboard. She didn’t know how to tie a good knot. If he tried, he could manage to free himself, but he didn’t and she continued her show.

Her own heart raced as she unbuttoned her blouse and squeezed her breasts together. Years ago, she had meekly offered to do a striptease for her then boyfriend. He had turned her down, saying how he didn’t think he could stomach so much jiggling. They had already dated for a year, so she never considered it to be kinky, but she had never offered anything like it before or since. Until now.

Sweat beaded up on Laurent’s brow as she continued dancing whatever moves came to mind. She had no master plan to anything she did. Some of her moves came from watching TV, others from ballet classes she had as a teen. The only thing that mattered was Laurent’s reaction. She smiled watching him pull against the headboard. His pants shook slightly and she knew his cock was throbbing, desperate for release.

“Sara,” said Laurent, his voice low like a growl. She had a plan for his release, but she wasn’t ready to give it to him yet. She slipped off her skirt and lifted her bra over her head. Laurent’s hips moved as she tweaked her own nipples.

Her own sex throbbed with need. Every desire and fantasy that she fulfilled for Laurent, she felt just as strongly. She would come with the slightest touch between her legs, and she fought the urge to untie Laurent so he could please her.

He struggled against the bonds more strongly, his restraint starting to come loose. She needed to move things along more quickly, or he’d free himself, and deny her the chance of really pleasing him.

With a swift move, she slipped her panties off and moved her hands to cup his cock. He stilled his movement. The hunger in his eyes burned uncontrollably, and she leaned over to offer his mouth one of her breasts, while her hands undid his belt and zipper. She moaned as he sucked on her nipple, but pulled away when her hand freed his shaft.