Surprises

Chapter Six : At Le Vrai, yet again

It had been a week since my evening with the twins and my sister has insisted on setting me up on another date, I really wish she would just give up, and let me find dates on my own, but no she couldn’t possibly do that. So here we are again at Le Vrai, why couldn’t she pick somewhere else, but I couldn’t put up much of a fight without my sister getting suspicious.

So one again here was my sister and her partner, my date and me. I hadn’t seen the twins since last weekend, not that I thought we would, we belong to completely different class levels, they are defiantly upper class and I am middle class. A part of me was hoping I wouldn’t see them tonight.

I didn’t see any signs of them when we were seated at our table. I managed to make it through the first course while still paying a relative amount of attention o what was happening at our table and I had managed not to nod off to sleep, yay for me.

We had ordered our second course, drinking some water while the waiter took our menus away I managed to start choking on my mouthful of water, I had just seen the twins glide through the restaurant doors, I try to hide my face in hopes that they hadn’t noticed me, I don’t know if this was successful or not. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see them again, I did, I just hoped they weren’t the jealous type, since I was here on another ‘date’ if you can call it that. Aren’t you meant to like the people you go a date with?

I didn’t know what to do, we had only spent one night together, why was I getting so attached so quickly? Ok so they were, handsome, deadly, gentle, masculine, shall I go on. I’m sure they weren’t getting attached to me, I’m sure they just thought of me as something to keep them occupied in their spare time.

After we had finished our main course and I had made a point not to look in the twins direction we were ready to order desert. As we were looking over the menus a waiter came over with a piece of chocolate cake, “This is a gift from The Merovingian” he said in his fake French accent, thinking he was talking to my sister I didn’t pay him any attention, “excuse me Miss” did my sister not hear him. The next thing I knew my sister was elbowing me in my ribs, turning my head to her to see why she was jabbing me I ask quietly but firmly “what?” all she did was point to the waiter, “Miss this is from The Merovingian” he placed the cake in front of me and walked off to continue with his duties, all I did was stare at the cake, so this was the infamous cake, I had heard a lot about this cake, this was his way of getting anyone he wanted, an orgasm disguised as a cake, how..........interesting.

What do I do, I mean obviously I am not going to eat it I’m not that stupid, am I supposed to be flattered and thank him for him singling me out of the whole restaurant? I don’t think so. What I do next most women in this restaurant would gasp at, why was everyone so desperate to be put under the spell of this men? No thing.

Doing what most people would never dream of doing, I pick up the infernal cake, take a deep calming breath and plaster my most charming smile on my face. Getting up from me seat I walk over to the top table, desperately trying not to look at the twins, but I can’t help myself glancing at them out of the corner of my eye. Approaching the table I stop in front of where The Merovingian is sitting with a smug grin plastered on his face, what was he expecting? What did he think I was going to do? Hand myself over on a silver platter? I don’t think so buddy.

“Thank-you for the cake, but I am afraid I cannot accept it” I state in my most charming voice possible, trying to act a lot more confident than I felt, when you are actually here in his presence it knocks you down a peg or two.

“And why is that Cherie?” was that meant to be a purr, I mentally laugh at him.

“It is to sweat for my liking, I fear it would have a foul taste, and have unwelcome consequences,” well that struck a nerve, I have never seen anyone go from smug to angry so quickly.

“As you wish Cherie” you could tell it took almost all his control to not shout that, so he didn’t like it when he didn’t get his own way, when people retaliated.

Turning to walk back to the safety of my table I quickly throw a glance at the twins, once again those smug grins were in place, they obviously liked it when someone didn’t follow their boss’s ways.

Arriving back at my table I excuse myself to go to the restroom, unbeknown to me I also had a follower. After walking out of the cubicle and washing my hands I look up into mirror to check my appearance before walking back out to the main room, I saw in the mirror a face looking back at me that I didn’t expect to see, The Merovingian.

“So you thought you could escape me, nobody ever gets away from me, I always get what I want,” with that he pinned me against the wall with surprising force for the weedy little programme he is. I could feel his arousal on my lower back, it made me want to throw up.

I could feel his hot breath by me ear, his tongue snaking out to lick me ear from lobe to tip, my body shuddered, but not in the good way, oh no, it was a repulsive shudder, “Please let me go, let me get back to my friends” all of my confidence and my strong spirit were gone, I knew that if I couldn’t get him off and he managed to take me, that would be the end of me, my life would be no longer worth living, I was too young for my life to end.