F DOT LEONORA

Going to France was often Sandrine’s escape from the world, but this time it was not.

She had gone to Paris to stay with her family to escape the things she had set into motion in New York. Her children liked going to Paris anyway, and it had been a long time. Plus she loved to see her mother, who knew right away that she was running from something. Sandrine watched her mother give her children warm hugs, and almost sunk into her own hug when she was in her mother’s arms and her mother caressed her back softly like she had when she was a little girl. Nothing was said, and she was not sure she would tell her mother anything. Among her sacred lists like commandments, was not to do things that she thought would make her mother feel ashamed of her.

She had done something she was not sure her mother would not be ashamed of…

Sitting alone in a favorite cafe with her coffee, she fiddled with the piece of chocolate that was placed on her plate. She wore her dark shades that reminded her of the iconic kind that Jackie O wore.

She was no Jackie O.

Her phone vibrated on the table nonstop. She knew she could set it to silence, but she liked knowing exactly when he texted her. Knowing it was as urgent to him as it was to her, that at least it was not something disposable. How could it have been disposable, everything between them always stained her indelibly.

From the time she walked out on him in the bar, when she came to chastise him about possibly pushing Eliza into an open relationship Sandrine had messed up. It was not on her list per say, but it was among the things she never wanted to do. She had promised herself that she would not see Rafe alone again, because she was not sure that she would have control. It had always been so easy for him to seduce her. Sitting across from him that day, she believed in her accusations but she filled with emotion for him. Not love or lust, but caring. He looked lost and deeply affected by what she had said to him. When he came to her house days later, while she was alone and she opened the door to let him in. At the same time she opened the door to let him into her heart and her body, which she had sworn she would never do again. 

She and Marcus did not have a contract or anything like that, but the one thing in the lists of things they would not do to each other was to be involved with someone without telling the other person. Marcus wanted to to maybe become involved with Eliza, and he called her on set to let her know that he was thinking about it. Just because they could sleep with someone else did not mean it was random. 

He called her to let her know what he was thinking about with Eliza.

Her cell phone had fallen to the floor when Rafe captured her wrists with his hand, the memory stung her. Not that she had been planning to make a call, she just happened to have her phone in her hand. Rafe rubbed his thumb over the thick vein on the inside of her wrist, and Sandrine closed her eyes as she came undone. He knew all her hot spots from a long time ago. He kissed her along her jaw, and she panted.

“I wish I could do this to you just to show you that I can make you feel something still, and I am not the trash you think I am…” he had said to her, and when she opened her eyes and tears fell.

“I never meant to hurt you cheri,” she caressed his cheek, and whispered soft words to him in French like psalms to calm him.

He looked at her, his eyes dark with desire now and not rage. They kissed as the storm of their lust flashed across her eyes like lightning. Sandrine kissed his jaw, licked the length of his crisp shirt sleeve and sucked on his cufflink. Her tongue meandered slowly along the thick vein inside of his wrist.

She knew all of his hot spots, so when he pressed her to the wall, his mouth returning to her jaw and had his way with her she knew she had pushed him to it. Even with the wide open windows of her house and open drawn curtains, but could not resist fucking him. She had missed fucking him.

For a second, she tasted him on her lips, before she remembered she was in Paris. Sandrine picked up her phone. His first initial ‘R’ was like a brand on her phone, in her e-mail and text messages.

She closed her mouth, and she could taste the metallic taste of his cufflink on her tongue sweetened with his essence. Paris was not the refuge she sought, as she imagined him where he was not…
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Eliza picked up a picture of Sandrine from the dresser table. She was incredibly young in the picture, probably around the time that she had met her when Sandrine was with Rafe. In this picture, she was alone. A little further back, she picked up a picture of Sandrine that was taken years later. In this picture, she was not alone, she was with Marcus who looked very young as well.

The apartment was filled with a soundtrack of Nick Drake, and the smell of food that Marcus was warming. It was just after midnight, and she was alone with her friend’s gorgeous husband and her equally gorgeous if not actor-gorgeous fiancé knew exactly where she was. Knew exactly what could happen while she was there.

Eliza was silent, as she walked to the kitchen.

Marcus turned around, as if he felt her walk into the room.

“How did you hear me?” she smiled.

“I have two kids, I have ultra senses as far as stuff like that is concerned. Sandrine and I both. Parents makes you almost superhuman!”

Eliza smiled and leaned her hip against the island in the center of the kitchen. Watching Marcus prepare just a salad to accompany the amazing smell that was in the kitchen, she observed the attention he gave to even the smallest details which awed her. 

“You are so surprised that I am good in the kitchen?” he looked up at her over chopped scallions.

“I haven’t tasted anything yet,” she teased.

Her teasing ended when she finished the meal with him, both of them sitting at the island.

“This was how I seduced Sandrine,” he smiled. “When I was a waiter and was not working like I am now, I used to cook for her. I remember I would bring her home all hours of the night after my shifts to cook for her. We would be in the subway, sometimes just the two of us and we could not keep our hands off of each other. I would feel her against me, her lips on mine and we practically had sex on the platform. Once there was a man lying on the ground. I am not sure if he was homeless or dead, we almost had sex in front of him but the train came. I think we would have had sex in the car, but there were people there so we didn’t.”

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

Tired of playing coy, Eliza put down her fork and looked at him. A long look that let him know that she was serious. She had told Rafe that she thought that Marcus was beautiful way before she would have been able to be in the situation she was in now. When Sandrine first started dating him, she had confessed that.

Marcus pulled on his undone tie, and looked at her with the same look. His face was equally as serious.

“Do you want me to seduce you Eliza?”

She continued to look at him.

“I don’t know.”

“Whatever you decide, they know we are both here. They know what we are capable of, if we want to.”

Eliza nodded and squeezed the petals of the flowers that the driver of the car had given her when she got in.

“I don’t know what I want…” she mused absently to herself not looking at him, and savoring the stickiness of the torn petal between her fingers.

“Do you want me?”

“What woman wouldn’t want you?” she questioned, the defined stickiness of the petal between her fingers making her think of the stickiness between her legs when he came off the set to see her and right now.

“Come here,” he said.

Eliza stayed still.

“Come.”

The second time he asked her, she walked over to him. Standing between his legs, and putting her sticky fingers on his shoulder, she looked in his eyes.

“You’re beautiful and Sandrine’s friend, and she told me not to pressure you. I would never pressure you. This is our first date, I am just happy to spend time with you.”

Eliza threw her arms about his neck, 

“I want you so much, it scares me.”

Marcus kissed the inside of her arm, her wrist and her hand. His lips lingered there, before he looked up at her.

“Don’t be afraid, I want everything you want. I waited this long, I am not rushing this. You. I want you to burn with desire for me before I even touch you. I want you to want it so bad it consumes you. I want to consume you like this meal we shared. I want to share something special with you.”

Eliza was sure she blushed from head to toe with the feeling of his lips on her skin, and the warmth of his words.

She was already starting to burn.
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It was not that unusual really when she thought about it, how many moveie and television sets she had walked onto by accident being a New Yorker. This time it was unusual, because she knew the actor on the set and she had disrupted the scene.

“Eliza!”

When Marcus called her name, Eliza turned to look at him.

If she did not know Marcus personally as her friend’s husband, she would have known him anyway. His ubiquitous face and body were plastered on billboards and subway posters. In the poster for the new season of the show he was in, his face and sculpted body were shadowed under his character’s signature fedora. Above his head on the poster like a halo, was the word or directive “Taste,” and his perfect complexion was emblazoned beneath the glow of it.

Looking at him now as he walked toward her, she could not help but feel like any other random woman might have felt if this godlike man called their name and walked toward them.

“Eliza…”

He kissed her forehead, and she felt the scruff of his stubble on her temple.

“I did not mean to interrupt your shoot–”

Marcus shook his head and looked at her.

“You didn’t,” he turned, made a wrap sign with his hand to the crew and put his arm around her.

Eliza grinned. Now that he was a producer, she guessed he could make his own rules about what he wanted to do on set. He pulled her away, and leaned her against a nearby building.

“What are you doing here?” he questioned her, as if he was the one who had stumbled upon her on set.

“I was just walking, I found you on set!”

Eliza laughed nervously because she was very conscious she had never been alone with Marcus. There had always been a crackling chemistry between them even before she had opened her relationship with Rafe. She had only ever been alone with him long enough for Sandrine to put dirty dishes in the sink, get tea or pour drinks.

He stood so close to her, she was sure she was shadowed by his fedora like in his posters. She held her clutch purse between her blue velvet skirted thighs, as she looked up at him.

“Have dinner with me tonight,” he said finally after he had looked at her for a very long time.

“With you and the kids and Sandrine?”

“Sandrine and the kids are in France visiting her family there.”

“So you want Rafe to come?”

“No, I want you to come.”

Eliza was practically on fire when he said that and his closeness made her damp. She felt perspiration bead like liquid fire on the temple he had kissed. The double entendre in what he had said, that she knew he meant that way.

“Are you going to cook for me? Sandrine always raves about how well you cook!”

Marcus looked in her eyes,

“You have never tasted my cooking? Then I absolutely have to cook for you and give you a taste….”

She nodded.

“I am not sure when I am going to get off of the set, but I will text you when I do. I will come get you in my car.”

Eliza continued to nod, pushing her clutch between her thighs involuntarily before she realized it and stopped.

“I have not had dinner with anyone since Sandrine left with the kids. It will be nice to have someone with me tonight.”

He squeezed her hand, and Eliza realized that he had infected her with a taste for more than just his good cooking. She was not sure what she was going to do with him, she was not even sure she was going to do anything. The possibility was more tantalizing than the deed.

For now.

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