She left, she was happy that she had managed to leave because it had seemed that she was not going to be able to for awhile but she did.
She left Aaron before it got more tangled than it already was…
That was why Mathilde had left the last time—and every other time to avoid entanglement. This time she decided that she needed to leave the country. Once before she had wanted to go to Paris to forget everything, and everyone. There were people that she knew in Paris, but she was not going there for them.
One of them had died, and that person would have been the one person that she would have wanted to be with now. To talk about everything with.
Now she knew that she was going to be on her own.
Her French was light but she executed it like a gun, so it was easy for her to move about and not have people answer her back in English. Sitting in a hotel bar however, of course she met an American who she could tell was going to hit on her. Lucky for him he was kind of attractive so she was not immediately going to shoot him down.
He put down his international New York Times after a time, and she braced herself.
“Can I get you a free drink?” he gestured to the complimentary bar.
Mathilde smiled. Most of the men that she hooked up with lately–even before Aaron—were dressed in suits. Seeing a man in a suit now was like an aphrodisiac, she felt it swell between her legs.
“What are you drinking?” she asked with a twisted smile.
He looked at her quizzically.
“Bourbon.”
She took his glass, and took a sip.
“I’ll have mine neat,” she nodded.
He poured her a glass that mirrored his, and they clinked glasses. He looked her up and down, she could smelled the bourbon on his breath when he talked to her about the conference that he was in Paris for. Mathilde surveyed his hands–no ring but that did not mean anything. Did it really matter to her? She was not trying to make a love match.
His eyes were soft and glazed as he looked at her–she knew that look. His hands on the keys to his room. She got up and her hip almost touched his mouth, she felt him touch her even though she knew he was not that brave.
That was why she was leaving.
“No,” he said, and dropped his keys.
Mathilde laughed, and stepped her high-heeled foot next to the fallen keys.
“No?” she arched an eyebrow.
“Don’t go.”
“Make me stay.”
He got up, and she saw the darkness of his shadow fall over her like sunset.
More Masturbation Monday here:
“Make me stay” — GAWD that is so hot.