She nodded while fidgeting with the strap on her purse and then stared blankly out the window.
I asked my driver to take me to my usual spot for lunch. The scent of her shampoo left a trail behind her and naughty thoughts entered my mind.
“Are you okay?” I asked, referring to the fact that she just got mugged.
“I’m fine, Luc, no big deal,” she said shrugging her shoulders. That was a huge deal. I don’t understand her.
“Seriously, weren’t you scared of that kid? Why did you fight him like that? You could have gotten yourself killed. Do you have a death wish or something?” I asked, nodding my head while chiding her. Her response to that mugging was worrisome. That guy could have had a gun on him.
“Maybe I do, Luc,” she paused, turning her head to look me directly in my eyes. I could tell she was either assessing me or trying to scare me away by showing me she had too many issues. Little did she know that my own secrets were enough to scare any woman in her right mind into running in the opposite direction.
“Why?” I asked cautiously.
“It’s a long story, besides this is just lunch right? You aren’t looking to date or something…” she trailed off.
I began to chuckle and she looked insulted. “Yeah, this is just lunch, I get it, Vicky. I’m glad we are both on the same page. It makes things more relaxed. You aren’t looking for a relationship and neither am I, so we are good. Let’s enjoy the restaurant. I hope French food is okay?”
“I don’t have much money for a fancy restaurant and I’m not that hungry anyway. I just wasn’t in the mood to go back to that grungy motel. Shit!” she drawled, looking down to her foot. “I forgot my heel is broken, how can I walk into the restaurant like this?” she murmured under her breath but I heard her.
“First of all, you are my lunch guest so you will order whatever you want. Secondly, let’s stop for shoes.”
She didn’t respond, she continued to look at me with both brows scrunched tightly together, probably wondering what my angle was. The truth was I didn’t know what my angle was either but being around her felt right and for a change I wanted to feel good.
I asked my driver in French to stop at a women’s shoe store and a few minutes later he pulled off to the side of the road. The SUV stopped in front of a Jimmy Choo store. I assumed they have shoes. As we approached the front door, Vicky put her hand on my arm to stop me. “I can’t afford anything in that store. I’ll be fine let’s just head over to the restaurant. I thought there was a Payless not a darn Jimmy Choo store,” she replied looking flushed. I’ve clearly embarrassed her and I didn’t mean to.
“Let me get you a pair of shoes, please. This isn’t a hand out. I like your company,” I found myself pleading. I don’t plead with women.
“How can I pay you back?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. She’s stubborn too.
“Umm…” I paused, as nothing came to mind. She looked up to the grey sky exasperated.
“Then no, Luc, let’s go to lunch, I’ll manage.” She turned around and began to wobble back to the car.
I took a few steps to catch up to her and took her by the arm. “Why do you have to be so stubborn?” I chided her and she looked a little taken aback. “I have a lot of money, these shoes won’t even poke a dent in my wallet. How about we find a way for you to pay me back?” The second the words left my mouth I realized it sounded sleazy. Her face contorted with disgust.
I raised both hands in the air releasing her arm. “That is completely not what I meant and you know it, I told you I don’t have intercourse with women.”
“Are you into some kinky shit then?” she asked with the same tough demeanor.
“I am not. I used to like regular foreplay and fucking. I’m just not that guy anymore…” I trailed off. I haven’t been this honest with a woman in I don’t know how long, maybe never, it felt good.
Her face flushed pink at the mention of foreplay and fucking and I would be damned if she didn’t looked turned on. The truth is so am I. “Look, I was going to eat on my own, I’m used to doing that but the truth is I enjoy your company, so let me buy you a pair of shoes and we can enjoy some good conversation, that’s all… besides I am now starving, so you would be doing me a favor by choosing something quickly so we can get to the restaurant.” I said, expressing a reasonable line of logic that I hoped she would accept.
“Okay,” she relented quietly. I finally pulled the door to the Jimmy Choo store open and Vicky walked in front of me. The air was cool and the store was modern and beautiful. “Just pick what you want.” I waved my hand to a vast wall covered in shoes. Her eyes went wide like a little girl at Christmas and a real smile broke on her lips. I couldn’t look away. I was in awe, making her happy felt too good. She walked over to a pair of high heel shoes with laces. A moment later, a salesperson had brought them out in her size and my cock went hard watching her walk back and forth in them, so I remained seated trying to pull myself together.
“Are these good?” I asked with a wicked grin.
“Yeah, they are so comfortable for a pair of four inch heels. What’s with the smile?” she asked and her cheeks flushed.
“Those are seriously hot,” I responded and her cheeks flushed even more.
“But this is too much, Luc… they are five hundred dollars,” she sighed.
“We’ve discussed this and you agreed. You should stick to your word. I will go pay,” I said, standing up from the chair. I handed the saleswoman my Visa and she put the sale through. Minutes later we were leaving the shoe store and I was feeling different. I can’t explain it. I‘ve met lots of hot women in this city that were beautiful, but then they came off as too opportunistic given my position and money or they had the emotional capacity of a baboon. Vicky was different; she really was a wild card.
As we made our way back to the SUV, she walked in front of me swaying her slender hips. Her legs looked even more toned in these shoes and I muttered under my breath. “Those are a serious pair of fuck me shoes right there.” By the time we had entered the SUV, I’d imagined fucking her seven ways from Sunday. Damn this girl was undoing me.
***
Moments later we were seated at a table for two in a quiet corner of La Roche, a fancy French restaurant. After arguing with Vicky about paying for lunch for over ten minutes she conceded and allowed me to order what I thought she would like. She mentioned being Italian, which means she liked meat as much as I do. She was so petite though without an ounce of fat on her. I wondered if she eats anything at all.
“So what brings you to New York?” I asked, hoping to break the ice a bit and find out a little about her.
“I’m on vacation,” she replied not removing her gaze from my eyes. That was definitely a lie.
“Why are you in New York?” she asked in return with a playful tone. With our eyes still locked on one another, I could feel my cock hardening in my pants. Luckily, I was seated at the table with a tablecloth to cover me. I definitely became horny over the past two years but it was nothing I couldn’t relieve with a little rub of my hand, but now sitting here across from her made me think of how deeply I could penetrate her.
“Honestly?” I asked, lifting both of my brows in challenge.
She nodded as if it was obvious. “Don’t give me that look, Vicky, your answer wasn’t honest at all.” My straightforward answer threw her for a loop and her eyes widened.
“I’m sorry, it’s just…” she paused unable to find the words.