The Accidental Mistress (26 page)

"Relax. It’ll be good. I promise."

She groaned, but didn't object. He thrust
again and she felt herself rip with pleasure and pain. "Oh,
Christophe!" she cried out.

"Are you okay?" he stilled.

"The water streamed over her backside and
her ass to where they were joining. "Yes, yes, I'm okay," she
panted.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

"Then push back for me, Zuri. Take me in at
your pace."

She nodded and squeezed her eyes tightly
shut. She pushed back an inch and then another inch. And to her
amazement it worked deliciously. "That's it, sexy, nice and slow,"
he said rubbing her ass until he was fully seated. Zuri sucked down
deep breaths once he began to move inside of her. He pumped in and
out with his balls slapping against her clit. The heat from the
water on her back and in her anal channel had her feeling as if her
body was afire. The lines of pleasure and pain blurred and she
slipped into a rhythm with him that had her rolling her ass and
licking her lips. He kept going, and so did she, and together they
reached the pinnacle. She heard him grunting, cursing, and she
shuddered when he came forward and gripped her clitoris to pinch it
while he pumped her ass. The action made the pressure in her pelvis
explode and she came hard, with him shooting off his seed deep in
her ass.

Christophe withdrew. He pulled her up and
turned her to face him. She was in his arms again, lifted to her
toes, as he kissed her deeply, and Zuri continued to climax in his
arms.

***

A deep sigh escaped his lips. He rolled over
and found her right underneath him. Christophe’s eyes fluttered
open. He blinked and waited for his vision to clear. They'd slept
since the shower and it was night again. He buried his face into
her hair. She pushed him beyond his limits. He willed his cock to
rise again but it lay limp and lifeless against her backside. In
the excitement, he might have broken his dick. Christophe chuckled
to himself.

"What's funny?" she
murmured then turned to face him. He threw his leg around her
thigh. Still he got no reaction from his cock when it bumped her
pussy.
Damn.

"Just thinking of how wonderful it feels to
be with you like this."

She smiled. "I'm hungry. What time is
it?"

"It's dinner. Want to order something?"

"Cheeseburgers and fries."

Christophe brows rose. "Really? No special
Oasis dish?"

"Nope, just a greasy cheeseburger with lots
of onions."

"Your wish is my command," he said, groaning
to have to leave her side. But she escaped the bed as well and
began to open the canopy curtains on all sides of the bed. While he
ordered, he saw her flip on the TV to see her channel surf past one
French speaking station to the next. He returned to the bed. "I
think I might need to practice my French."

"We can order a movie, American movie."

"What do they have?"

She did a scroll through the list and they
settled on some action flick with Jean Claude Van Dam. He was
French after all. He sat up against the pillows with her on his
chest guessing the villain and the outcome and meaning of each
scene. When the burgers came. Zuri insisted they eat in bed. He got
the feeling that she didn't want to be seen by the staff. And he
made sure she wasn't. Together they ate and laughed. And when it
was over, neither wanted sex. All they wanted was more of each
other’s embrace and sleep.

***

Zuri sighed. She stretched under the bright
rays of sunlight and her mind registered the truth--it was another
day. She shot up in bed. Christophe was on his side lightly
snoring. She had spent an entire day in bed with him. She had to
go. She threw back the covers and he woke.

"Where are you going?"

"I have to get to my sister
and stuff. Plus, I need to see my father’s attorney. How soon will
your attorneys
—
"

"Slow down, Zuri."

She smiled at him nervously. "Oh, sorry.
It's just that well, I'm still nervous."

Christophe rubbed his eyes. "Don't be
nervous. We'll work it out. Come back to bed."

"I can't, Christophe. We need to work it out
now. Please. Call your people and tell them that I will speak with
Detrick Chevalier today. If we can get something official in place
by Tuesday, we'll be good."

"What day is it?"

"Sunday," she said pulling down her dress
over her curves.

"Zuri, there's no business to be done on a
Sunday."

"Detrick is at his office on Sunday. I'll go
see him. This way he can be prepared on Monday. See, it works out.
It's perfect. Don't you see?" she exclaimed as she put on her
shoes. "

"Can't we just deal with it on Monday? I can
order us some breakfast. We can watch something you want."

She looked back at him and frowned. Was he
serious? Did he expect her to stay in bed with him again? "I have
to check on my father. I'll see you tonight."

He nodded, but she saw his disappointment.
She climbed back on the bed and crawled over to him. "The sooner
this is resolved, the sooner you will have me."

Christophe frowned at her words, and she
realized what they implied. But she had no time to sugar coat the
truth. She was crazy about him. Still, her family came first. This
deal had to go through before she considered anything about her
heart.

"See you soon." She rushed for the door.

"See you soon," he mumbled behind her.

Chapter
Fourteen

Thunderclouds were a bad omen. She and Joi
darted through the small lot of parked scooters and compact cars.
Zuri couldn’t help but lift her eyes in search of the sun. A drive
to Sainte Marie in the rain would delay the day, may even force
them to stay the night if the rains turned torrential. Secretly,
she longed to resolve their affairs, see her father, and then
return to Christophe before sunset.

"So how was your evening?" Joi asked,
throwing the car keys at Zuri. "Or should I say your evenings."

The question pierced Zuri's heart with
shame. No one knew of her humiliation with Christophe but Joi. How
could she possibly tell her sister that the night was far better?
In fact, it was one of the most special nights of her life. Zuri
decided not to share any of it.

A clap of thunder grumbled
in the sky. She ignored her sister's critical stare from the
opposite side of the Volkswagen; pressing the release button on the
key remote, she unlocked the doors. Joi dropped in on the passenger
side and slammed the door shut before Zuri could enter. It would be
tense between them until Joi had her say. Zuri sighed. She started
the vehicle and drove them out onto
rue de
la Republique,
then headed north to
rue de Pave
.

"Ignoring me?" Joi asked, with her arms
folded to the front of her.

"Don't start, okay."

"Forgive me for being a
bitch, but I'm worried about you, and
père
. Hell, everything’s a little
helter skelter since you’ve started this crazy plan. I also had a
really nasty run-in with Elliot Montague."

Zuri glanced from the road to her sister.
Joi's face was tight with anger, and her eyes narrowed with
accusations. "When?"

"Yesterday. He’s crazy.
Called me names, you names, I thought I was going to have him
escorted out of the resort. The only reason I didn't was because he
said some things about you and Casanova. Things you don't want
whispered on the streets of Madinina and getting back to
père
."

"Where did this happen?"

"Out near the beach. I was
leaving the
lambi
dive, heading back to the spa rooms when he cut me off. Scared
the crap out of me."

"Did he touch you?"

Joi snorted, and rolled her eyes. "He's not
that crazy."

Zuri chewed her bottom lip. She switched on
the wipers as the first rain began to sprinkle over the windshield.
Why would Elliot Montague verbally attack her sister? It made no
sense. "What did he say? Why was he angry?"

"How the hell do I know, Zuri? He said we
were whores. He said you picked the wrong Montague to sell yourself
too. He said when his cousin was done with you he'd own our resort
and have us both thrown out."

"Where is this coming from?"

"I don't think these men can be trusted.
Christophe and that jerk are family. They’re up to something."

"Christophe can be trusted. He and I are
already working things out. Elliot Montague's threats mean
nothing."

"Are you sure? He seemed quite believable to
me. The man gives me the creeps."

Zuri wasn't convinced. In
fact she suspected and was silently praying that this eruption of
rage was some drunken fit of some kind. Christophe didn't mention
Elliot having anything to do with their deal. Why would the man
openly threaten her sister if he weren’t serious? "I'm sure," she
lied. "Now let's just get to Detrick's office and then we'll make
the drive to see
mère
and
père
and
share the news." Zuri exhaled.

"What news is that?"

"The merger. We're going to
do it. In fact he's agreed to my terms, Joi. By Tuesday, we will
own the controlling share of the Oasis, and in five years we will
have the company back for
père.
"

She felt Joi staring at her. Forcing a
smile, she glanced over to her sister, who just looked away and
mumbled her feelings in French under her breath. Zuri sighed. The
short drive to Detrick Chevalier ended and she found a place to
park across the street, facing the building.

"I know what I've done is risky. I really do
believe that it's best for us. You have to have faith in me."

"It's not you I don't have faith in. Do you
really think Christophe Montague is going to help us just because
you slept with him?"

Before she could answer, Detrick stepped out
of the front door to his building. He held a black umbrella up as
he looked north and south along the street. "I think he's looking
for us," Zuri frowned.

"Let's get it over with." Joi said, reaching
for the door handle.

"Wait!" Zuri grabbed her wrist.

The girls watched as Detrick turned to the
door and stuck his head in. When he stepped aside, Elliot Montague
appeared. He smiled at Detrick in the rain and the men shook hands.
He put on his helmet, then hurried up the walk to a scooter. Elliot
straddled the motorbike and sped away. Detrick stood there for a
moment looking after him, then went back inside.

"What the hell are those two up to?" Joi
mumbled.

"I don't know. Have you introduced them
before?"

"Me? No. When Elliot came
to the Oasis before
père
had his stroke, he met with
père
alone. From what I gather, he
was very rude too
.
So rude
père
called off the meeting. I believe they argued."

Zuri stared out the passenger window as the
rain streaked down the glass. "What did they argue about?"

"I don't know.
Père
wouldn't discuss it.
The bank started putting on pressure and that became my focus. I
could never manage the books. Detrick and
père
handled most of it. I thought we
were doing well, but we just kept losing money."

"Detrick’s hands are dirty in this."

"Why do you say that?"

"I feel it. I have since I first met with
him when I came home. I know he's our attorney, accountant, but
he's not in this fight with us like he should be."

"I don't know, Zuri. I
never understood why we weren't turning a profit. Before the
hurricane the Blue Oasis was booked up constantly.
Père
blamed it on the
upgrades and expansion costs. Detrick blamed it on over spending. I
never got the idea that they were ever out of sync."

The rain came down hard. It
slammed against the canvas roof of the beetle, the hood and washed
over the windows. Zuri shook her head. "My gut says Detrick's
behavior since
Père’s
debts started to mount are suspicious."

"Detrick can be trusted. He's family. It's
the Montague's that can't!"

"Calm down. I'm not accusing him, but you
have to admit, seeing him with Elliot Montague after the way the
man threatened you, feels strange."

Joi bit down on her bottom
lip. "
Mon Dieu
,
this is getting really messy. We need to talk to
père
."

"We can't. He raised us to trust our
instincts. We go inside and do just that. Let me do the talking,
okay?"

"
Oui
," Joi nodded. Zuri reached to the
back seat and grabbed the umbrella. Hurrying around the car, she
met Joi on the passenger side and the two darted across the street.
Once inside they both shook off the storm. Together they climbed
the stairs in silence. She gave Joi a pleading look to keep her
cool and her sister dropped her eyes. She opened the door to find
Detrick on the phone. He hung up immediately when they
entered.

"Girls. Where have you been? Zuri, I tried
to call you." Detrick walked over and kissed Joi on both cheeks,
then gave Zuri the same welcome. She forced a smile. "Have a
seat."

"Were you waiting long?" Zuri asked.

"Not long."

"Just you, no one else here or coming?"

Detrick’s dark brows furrowed. He leveled
his gaze on Zuri, then cut his eyes to Joi. "No. You're my only
clients today. Now I have to ask, is it true? I got a call from
Montague. I didn't expect them to agree to the contract I sent
over. I was quite surprised. Are you going ahead with this
merger?"