A/N: Jacquelyn Trepanier does not exist and I am sure Pascal’s real wife is a very nice, upstanding lady. 8>)
Chapter 116: Patty XIII—She Wouldn’t Like it
"My husband’s body is not cold, and yet here you are."
Jacquelyn’s smile was soft, her eyes downcast and demure as she said that in a quiet voice. And then the smirk showed through.
Patrick didn’t say anything but walked past her into the house, listening to her as she followed him into the living room. And he sat down on the couch. "Pascal is gone then, yes?" Jacquelyn remained standing in the doorway, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms over her stomach.
"This afternoon," Jacquelyn replied. "You know that."
"But you not with him?"
Jacquelyn shook her head slowly, a slight frown on her red mouth. "No," she said as she walked across the living room with long legged strides. What gorgeous lines this woman had to her form Patrick thought as she sat down on a recliner across from him, crossing her legs. "I won’t go there until Pascal has found us a home. I don’t like the whole process of staying somewhere impermanent and then having to move yet again weeks later. Is not good for my constitution." She then leaned back on the recliner unbuttoning the jacket of the dress suit and letting it fall open revealing a gauzy, pretty blouse. "And I get some relaxation alone in the house. It’s like a long, wonderful road trip." She sighed and then sat up, leaning forward onto her knees, looking him straight in the eye. "And it gets tiring having to play hide and seek with that man all over the house. A lady needs her rest and living with Pascal, although never boring, sometimes, it is the equivalent of living with some sort of... stalker!"
Patrick laughed. "Well I can see it from his point of view, a pretty lady like you."
Jacquelyn wrinkled her nose briefly and batted her eyes. "Well see it from my point of view. And I think you can, having to ward off shots nightly, unwanted goals. It gets tiring... although it always stays fun."
Patrick nodded, his gaze resting on her slender fingers that were tapping on her bare knee. "I can see it."
"You’re humoring me," Jacquelyn said with a smile-less laugh. "I don’t like being humored. Tell me, why are you here, inviting yourself in?"
"I was wanting, hoping that you would do me a small favor, if you are going to be here for a little while," Patrick replied, looking back into her eyes, showing her how serious he was.
Jacquelyn half-smiled and stood up. "I am busy, packing up the things that will be moved. The little things. Come with me."
Of course, she would lead me to the bedroom, Patrick thought with a glance at the room. In her defense, he could see the cardboard box marked "Fragile" and the porcelain dainties that were in the process of being wrapped and placed in there. Jacquelyn didn’t head to that corner of the room, however. She merely stopped and turned around, pulling the clip from her soft, thick brown hair and letting it fall over her shoulders. "What sort of favor, hmm?"
Patrick raised his eyebrows. He was sleepy, not having had his after-practice nap yet. He wasn’t sure he was in the mood to actually dally with the girl. "Like I said, a small favor." Patrick replied. "It won’t take too much of your time, but I can only trust you to do it for me."
Jacquelyn caught her bottom lip in her white teeth. "Hmm." And then she turned around in front of him, almost leaning back into his body. "Can you help me with this?"
Michele moved like that hundreds of times for him and he knew what she wanted as he put his hands on her bony shoulders and slid off her dress coat. The warmth and soft, powdery scent from her body tickled into his brain and wakened him.
"Thank you," Jacquelyn replied as she took the coat from him and took it to the closet where she hung it up. "Small favor... and only I can do it? You flatter me."
"So you’ll do it?" Patrick said. He was becoming more aware of how pretty she was, and the memory of her nails in his back...
"Mmm," Jacquelyn said with an airy glance at the ceiling. "I don’t even know what it is."
"Well.." Patrick said. He shook off the thought of her burning, slick body from his mind as he prepared to tell her what he wanted.
"No," Jacquelyn said quickly holding up her finger, keeping eye contact with him and then she sat down on the edge of the large, soft bed. Instead of crossing her legs she let them fall open as she sat, sliding up her skirt. "Every favor comes with a price, does it not?"
Patrick squinted at her. "I thought you were tired."
Jacquelyn giggled and slid her hand under the mattress, pulling out a condom packet and holding it up between her fingers, flaunting it for him. "Are you too tired?"
Patrick tightened his jaw and looked away from her briefly. He wasn’t tired anymore but he wasn’t too sure if he should. He hadn’t planned on anything than asking the favor.
"Oooh," Jacquelyn cooed in a high voice that made him look back at her. "Mee-meee does not know you’re here, does she?"
Patrick tried a half-hearted glare at her. He knew that Michele was still angry with the couple for winning the bet against her. He couldn’t conceive of her taking an entanglement with Jacquelyn very kindly.
"She doesn’t," she said in a quiet voice and her lips shaped over the words. "Tantalizing!"
"She wouldn’t like it," Patrick said, forcing his eyes to stay on her face.
"She doesn’t know," Jacquelyn said decisively. "So how would she care? There is something you need, I can do it for you... but I’ve been thinking about you ever since you left my body, a favor for favor is fair is it not?"
Patrick sighed and walked slowly towards her, not entirely sure if he could do it. All doubts in him were erased as soon as his hands touched the cool skin of her knees, and he slid them up the hot skin of her inner thighs. By the time his fingertips touched her panties, pulling them off, and her fingers were at his shirt, he knew he was more than capable of doing it.
"And keep your claws sheathed bad cat," he whispered when he felt her nails graze the back of his neck, he grabbed her wrist tightly and held it away from him. "I’m scratched enough as it is."
Jacquelyn laughed and pulled him down on top of her.....
"Ooooo," Jacquelyn sighed as she rolled off Patrick’s body, flushed and shining. The mattress jostled underneath her and Patrick closed his eyes, drained of energy. For a moment he thought he was going to fall asleep and forget his original purpose for coming.
"Oh my love!" she gasped and she rested her hand on his chest, sliding it slowly back and forth, "Whatever you want, it is yours. You’ve more than earned it."
Patrick laughed quietly not quite believing that he’d just been pressed into whoring himself to a woman. "Like I said, it’s not even that big of a favor."
"Oh?"
"It’s about Cecile."
"The little nanny?" Jacquelyn answered. "What about her?"
"I need to know who she’s been confiding in," Patrick said. "Who her closest friends are, could you find that out for me?"
Jacquelyn pulled the comforter around her body in an odd display of modesty and sat up, pushing her hair back. "Yes of course," she said. "It wouldn’t be hard. But why?"
"She has a friend but she wouldn’t tell me whom, that is telling her the worst things about me, and it’s making the child wary."
Jacquelyn smiled. "Oh I see, and you need her to feel safe around you? How cunning."
"So you’ll do it?"
"Yes, yes... and more if you like," Jacquelyn whispered leaning over and kissing his chest. "I could also befriend her, for the time I have remaining here and fill her pure little brain with the most lovely things about you, hmm?"
Wonderful! Patrick thought and he touched her cheeks with his hands, lifting her face. "That would be beautiful," he said quietly.
"Like me?" she asked with a girlish bat of her eyes.
"Yes, yes," Patrick said. "Exactly like you."
Jacquelyn closed her eyes and sighed in bliss, moving up his body and kissing him softly, grabbing his bottom lip briefly with her teeth. "Why even bother with her eh? Why not just come here and play with me yes? I know a million ways to pleasure a man, she is a virgin and even worse a religious one. She will just tremble and cry, tell you how much you’re hurting her, have an orgasm and then scream rape. Spare yourself that trouble."
The very thought of that scenario sliced into Patrick’s mind and it aroused him anew. He tickled Jacquelyn, she laughed loudly in surprise falling off him, and he pressed himself on top of her, tasting her smooth throat. "I could have both," he murmured.
"Oooh but Mimi," Jacquelyn giggled.
"What about her?" Patrick growled concentrating on sliding his mouth down her body.
"She wouldn’t like it," Jacquelyn whispered.
"She doesn’t know."
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