Wicked Wednesday #307 — Million Dollars

“You look like a million dollars,” Adrien said to Eliza as they settled into a Japanese restaurant reminiscent of their time doing so in Paris. They had eaten out a lot, and most of the time it was sushi.

Eliza smiled, it had been very surprising to see Adrien. She knew his face instantly, but even as he settled down with his espresso to join her and Sally earlier there was so much about him that she did not remember…or possibly ever had known.

The menu was omakase, and Eliza was relieved that the choices for what they would eat would be the chef’s and not hers. This restaurant had private rooms where customers could eat the menu off of staff. Adrien raised his hand up to decline quickly.

“If I eat sushi off of anyone, I would rather it be you.” He grinned, and squeezed her hand.

Adrien had been her secret like what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, except they were in Paris. Had she ever mentioned him to anyone? She could not recall off the top of her head. He had been her solace when she left Shanghai, and had fallen apart with Oscar.

He had made her feel good in and out of bed, but looking at him always made her want him in bed. She crossed her legs, again and again to bring some comfort to the tightness between her legs. Eliza made it seem casual because she was a lady, as she listened to Adrien tell her about his new life. She knew he was ambitious, and he had made all of his career goals just about come to fruition. What had been him barely affording to feed the two of them before—even though he insisted—was now him with ease trying to spoil her. Impromptu flowers right out of the cafe where they stayed long after Sally left, dinner and then what? He was not pressuring her at all about bed.

And she liked that, made her want it more.

He walked her out of the restaurant, his hand on the small of her back.

“How much longer do I have you for?” He questioned softly in his still very French accent, but stronger English skills than before.

Eliza looked up at him.

“The night is very young, mais oui?”

Eliza had tried to play it off as if it was not a big deal, as if Adrien was just a friend and was not displeased when Sally had to leave at the cafe. Things calmed after her departure, and Eliza was able to just be with Adrien. He was not as much of a flirt with Sally there, but was more so when she left.

Adrien kissed her, and she was taken aback. Not that he kissed her, but at what it felt like. Even more intense than she had remembered. She wrapped her arms about him, and he pushed her gently into a doorway where people would retreat when from sudden rain…

…to rain kisses on her mouth, and press her against the heat of his body.

Eliza eagerly entered the storm…

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