Karma
“Lunch Marcy heard classical music, laughter, and a conversational buzz coming from André's elegant dining room. She was the only waitress for eight people. It was Saturday and most of André's staff had the day off. She worked with Gustave – who was always there it seemed – and Pascal the Chef, and his wife, Anne.
André was dressed even more formally than usual in a silk shirt and tailored masculine suit. Hot damn that man sure knew clothes. Everything about him screamed, "Super sexy, in control, guard your heart and cross your legs girls! This guy is pure alpha male." The moment Marcy met André's eyes from across the room, she knew - that he knew.
Her breath stopped as his gaze met hers. Had Mike told him that she had finally managed to climax? How? When? Or was that amazing Frenchman just that observant?
Her heart kicked and her mouth went dry. Oh, he definitely knew that she had finally managed to orgasm alright. How did he communicate so much with just one fleeting look? André's ex...pression said, "Congratulations!" "Well done!" and "I knew you could do it!" all rolled into one knowing glance.MoreLess
André was dressed even more formally than usual in a silk shirt and tailored masculine suit. Hot damn that man sure knew clothes. Everything about him screamed, "Super sexy, in control, guard your heart and cross your legs girls! This guy is pure alpha male." The moment Marcy met André's eyes from across the room, she knew - that he knew.
Her breath stopped as his gaze met hers. Had Mike told him that she had finally managed to climax? How? When? Or was that amazing Frenchman just that observant?
Her heart kicked and her mouth went dry. Oh, he definitely knew that she had finally managed to orgasm alright. How did he communicate so much with just one fleeting look? André's ex...pression said, "Congratulations!" "Well done!" and "I knew you could do it!" all rolled into one knowing glance.MoreLess
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