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When Eliza saw the greeting card on her desk with the gorgeous John William Waterhouse mermaid on it, she felt heat go through her body and her hands shook. The mermaid had been a painting in her hotel room in Paris. She closed her eyes, remembering Paris and Terrence.
Terrence had obviously sent her the card, because he knew it would send her reeling.
Immediately, she was transported to the hotel room in Paris with him. After they had had sex for real. She was still semi-draped with the sheets from the bed, like an indecent Venus de Milo–Terrence’s description of her–and she had sat next to the painting.
Of the Waterhouse mermaid.
Before she could properly reflect on what happened between them after he called her his mermaid, her assistant knocked on her door. Eliza realized her forearm had slipped between her thighs.
“Yes Casper?” she answered, removing her arm and crossing her legs.
Casper opened and closed her door delicately behind him.
“Liza, Terrence wants to see you. Do you want me to say you are busy?”
Eliza admired Casper in his retro formal attire, in conjunction with his retro mannerism.
“No, I cannot put him off forever. Let him in.”
Casper gave her a curt nod, and opened the door to let Terrence in.
Terrence had a stern expression on his face, as he closed the door behind him. He pressed his back to it and looked at her. They both avoided each other’s eyes.
“The card…” Eliza caressed the glossy image, and embossed writing with admiration and avoidance at once.
“It reminded me of you. I saw it in a novelty store and…did you read the inside?”
She looked up at him. It had not even occurred to her to open it, she was so fixated on the image of the mermaid. She picked up the card, thankful she had something to focus on and to avoid looking in his eyes a little longer.
The tiny sound of the thick paper was almost shrill, it was so silent between them. In tight script with a fountain pen, Terrence had written:
You’re my mermaid.
Eliza looked up at him, and he stared at her without reservation.
“You–” she started. “are drowning me…”
Terrence smiled a small smile as if he understood the true meaning of what she had said, when she did not even know what she meant…He studied her for a long moment, before he walked out and closed her door. The door closed like a splash, and she realized she was indeed drowning…
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“Sonia told me that you are in her apartment with your boyfriend….”
Nichy pressed her smartphone to her mouth, kissing the glass.
Graham’s voice resonated over the phone with an innocence that she knew he was far from capable of. But she did like hearing from him, liked that he was jealous—because that was why he was he was calling.
It was also jarring that he was jealous because it made him unpredictable, and she was not sure what he would do. Graham was bizarre enough to be in Paris calling her from Sonia’s place, and she did not want Tyler to have to go through all of that, after she had started confessing in small parts to him what it had been like with Graham. Although there were parts of it that she never could tell him. Or Dorian. There were things between her and Graham that only she and Graham could know, and that was why she was so connected to him for better or worse.
“Yes.”
“Does he know about me?”
“Yes.”
“What does he know about me?”
“What can I tell anybody about you Graham?”
“Don’t get smart Nusch. None of your suitors have ever been enough to make you forget about me. None of them.”
When she heard the phone click. It was like he wanted to poison her with thoughts of their lovemaking to make this trip to Paris about him.
But it could not be.
As Tyler got more acquainted with the city, and started leading her around instead of vice versa…as he sat close beside her at cafes so that the heat of their bodies meshed as one…as he pulled her into alleys for kisses and sometimes more.
But it was his eyes, and the way that he looked at her that made her pulse all over. His eyes made her body heat, and between her legs pulse with desire. His lovemaking was incomparable, it was an intimacy that was different from anything else she had experienced because he knew her. She did not hide anything from him, she was becoming a bit of Scheherazade with him. Telling him small bits of her life, so he could really know her.
“I want you to know me, really know me…” she had said clinging to Tyler in bed, the night before.
“Your body tells me everything I need to know…all of your secrets…”
He traced her body with his finger, all her hot spots that he knew and touched around them like tiny auras. Her body arched under him as if he touched them directly, it was a kind of sex magic she had never imagined…
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Eliza shifted under the covers, and covered her face as if she wanted to drown in the sheets. She began a silent countdown in her head, as to how this situation would resolve itself. How they would acknowledge what had happened and move on. She could not leave her own hotel room, maybe if she stayed on the terrace, the new guy would do what he should do. Leave.
Terrence.
The new guy’s name was Terrence. Terrence she hoped, would leave and be gracious.
She got out of the bed, wrapped in the sheets like Venus de Milo, but gracelessly almost tripping on the train. She walked out onto the terrace, and looked at Paris. Her favorite city in the world, with the scent of fresh-baked bread rising and life on parade below her.
Eliza was startled by the warmth of flesh on the small of her back. She had not really covered her back, and now the new guy–Terrence–caressed her back.
Before she could turn around to protest, Terrence caressed her arms and she dropped the sheet. Naked before him, she was perfectly still as he kissed the nape of her neck and down her spine. It felt so good, even though she wished it did not. She did not stop him, as his hands trailed down her arms, pinning her wrists to her sides.
“Sweet butterfly…” he murmured, as he let her hands go.
Eliza turned around to face him, and pressed her breasts to his chest. Terrence pulled her close to him,
“I did not plan any of this Eliza, I did not plan for this to happen but I am happy it did. Something would have burst in me if I did not touch you…”
She pressed her cheek to his, and looked up at him.
“Of course you did not plan to seduce me, to seduce your boss…” she laughed.
Terrence looked in her eyes, and something in his eyes made her still. He caressed her cheek, and she closed her eyes. He kissed her, and lured her back to the bed.
They made love on the semi-sheetless bed, in the sunlight and it was illuminating…
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Nichy looked out onto the street through the leaf-shaped holes, that decorated the small shopping bag where she got her macarons from. She saw Tyler’s thigh through them, and then looked up over the bag at him. He stared at everything with the wonder that she did, when she was first in Paris and she squeezed his hand.“This is my favorite cafe here,” she smiled.
Tyler turned, and studied her with the same wonder she thought was reserved for Paris.
“You have been here before a lot of times. Because of Sonia?” Nichy tensed, she had never told Tyler a lot about her prior life. And at this moment, caressing a chocolate on the corner of the dish her coffee was on, and remembering making love with him in front of Sonia…she felt like telling him things she never told him before.
“I was with my boyfriend at the time too.”
The serious one? The one you told me you did not want to talk about?”
Nichy nodded, as she opened the tiny chocolate.
“Yes, him,” she answered. She paused, knowing she did not want to tell him about what had recently been going on with Graham.
But the past was safe.
“I had a threesome in Paris with him, his name was Graham…” Nichy felt her clitoris twitch, just from mentioning his name. “…and Sonia.”
“You had sex with Sonia?”
Nichy nodded.
“It was something that Graham wanted, and at the time we were together? I wanted everything that he wanted. I did so many things with him I had never done before or since.”
“Was the relationship between you too so serious emotionally or just sexually?” Nichy looked at Tyler, and tilted her head to the side ironically.
“I never thought about it that way, you know? I just knew that sexually it was very intense, and he was someone that I really wanted to please.”
“I feel like that with you, I always want to please you. Even when I saw you were with Renee. I was actually a little jealous because I always really liked you, and I always wanted to be with you. That was why I really pushed for the threesome…”
“I never sensed that with you!”
Tyler looked away from her, and picked up his cup of coffee.
“I think that you thought I was a clown, and I cannot really blame you. I was a clown around you, but it was because I liked you so much and I did not know how else to act.”
“And now, I want to please you. I want you to be happy because I care about you…”
They kissed at the table to please each other, Nichy did not care about the clatter of coffee cups and water glasses, or the melted chocolate on her hand as she pressed it on Tyler’s thigh. She spread her fingers over the hardness of his thigh, and pressed her own to his without abandon.
She once watched a couple make love in an apartment building lobby nearby. They were so eager they could not wait, and left the door jarred…
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Eliza pressed her hand to her head.
Life was wilder than fiction…she could not have made any of this up. She rolled from side to side on the bed, at first not sure literally where she was–
–in bed.
–or where she was…
…in Paris.
She loved Paris, but she had not been excited about this trip. Aside from all of the things that were going on in her personal life with Rafe and Oscar, she was less than thrilled about her traveling companion.
The new guy in her department had rubbed her the wrong way as soon as she met him. He was far too cocky, and did not mesh with anyone in her department. He was abrupt with her, and she was his boss. She had not wanted to go with him, but he was hired because he had contacts in France, and they wanted to expand outside of Paris. Plus his French was impeccable.
On the plane there, they sat side by side. Eliza pressed her head to the window, and felt the new guy fall asleep on her shoulder. She wanted to push him off of her, but she figured he was asleep. She reread texts that she and Oscar had exchanged. Oscar mentioned Polly, and that was almost too much for her to bear.
As work colleagues, the new guy was spectacular. In and out of meetings, he was spectacular. And then there were the awkward interactions between them, when they were not in meetings. Eliza would stare at her phone, and the new guy would sit across from her.
“You should dump that guy…”
Eliza looked up at him.
“What?”
“You keep staring at your phone frowning. I know that look, you should dump the guy.”
She picked up her phone, and walked out onto the terrace. The new guy followed her.
“Don’t jump!”
Eliza rolled around on her bed, and felt as if she was burned when she rolled into his body.
It was the new guy, and he was still asleep. She swallowed as she watched him. This truth was far stranger than fiction…
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“What are you doing Nichy?” Sonia said, caressing her e-cigarette.
Nichy stared at Sonia. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tyler asleep on the couch. He had barely gotten undressed the night before. His arm covered his face, and she could see the edge of his boxer shorts. She remembered lying beside him on the couch.
Sonia had offered them her spare bedroom, but they had fallen asleep on the couch. She woke up with her hand just inside the band of his boxers. The lettering on the waistband felt like braille on her fingertips telling her, her hand should go further. Her hand rested on his hipbone, and then she let her thumb turn down toward his crotch like an adventurous hitchhiker.
“Why did you bring Tyler here? Does he know…” Sonia continued.
Nichy raised her eyes wide at Sonia, who took a deep inhale from her e-cigarette.
Their cups clicked, as she got up and returned to Tyler’s side. He was sexy as hell to her when he just woke up, disoriented for a moment but then completely aware. Even in Sonia’s apartment, he had his bearings.
“You,” he said softly, and she touched him. He was semi-hard. He often woke up with some type of erection. The skin of his penis was as familiar to her as her own skin, even though he felt different than she did.
“You…” she started. “are beautiful.”
Tyler pulled her on top of him, and Nichy did not care that they were in the middle of the living room. She felt as much inhibition as Sonia’s friends had felt when they arrived to the apartment. With his hands inside of her panties, Nichy did not care. Tyler touched her like she was as familiar to him, as she was to her.
What she was doing was intimacy.
With Tyler.
She had never imagined that she would be with him, like this. Never imagined that she would have feelings for him like this after all the time that they had been friends in the office. But here she was on top of him like a crown. He pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and they fucked like they were animals in the wild. They were shameless in their cries and exposure. Nichy almost fell off of him from their rough thrusting, but righted herself atop him and knew that Sonia could see why she brought Tyler there…
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At first when Carla told Margaux what she knew about Rafe, and how she would never be more than a sideshow to Eliza…Margaux was not sure that they were going to be able to be friends much longer. She was not sure if Carla was going to have certain ideas about her because she was involved with him, or because she did not want Carla to speak badly about the man that she loved……and who was the father of her child that would never be born.
Margaux knew her eyes were damp, and she knew that Carla was going to say something about it.
Carla looked at her with soft eyes, and put her hand on her thigh. Margaux closed her eyes tight, and felt a tear pull from the tightness. When she opened her eyes, she saw the tear splashed on the top of Carla’s hand. Carla continued to rub her thigh.
She had told Carla about the baby, about the baby that she never let have a chance to breathe in this world. She had ended her pregnancy for so many reasons, and she did not doubt them…but she wondered at the miracle she had let go. What would Rafe had done? What kind of father would he have been?
“He surprised me,” Carla said, not looking at her. “I did not think that he would be a stand-up dude like that for you. I did not think he would be this cool about it…”
Margaux nodded, knowing it was a lot for Carla to say that to her and that was why they were friends. Carla knew she was in love, she knew that she was in love with Rafe way before she did. Carla knew she was interested in him before she did, Carla knew all of her secrets as if she was a part of her. Being friends with Carla was like holding a mirror to herself.
Margaux looked at her friend, and in her eyes, she saw her own mirrored. She put her hands on her now empty stomach, and imagined there was still something inside of her…
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