“How annoying!” Jacqueline’s eyes narrowed slightly, her pretty nose
wrinkled.
Patrick frowned. “What is?” he asked.
“Here you are, for five minutes in this house, and you still have your
clothes on.” Jacqueline replied and she put her hands on her hips. “Do I look
that bad today?”
Patrick laughed and then sighed, leaning forward and crossing his arms.
“I don’t have time for that, I’m tired and I need to be home by seven.” He was
getting inkling that this girl was slightly troublesome.
Jacqueline smiled. “Then what are you here for, sir? Just for the
pleasantries of... chit chat?”
Patrick sank his body in the soft recliner and sighed in appreciation of
its comfort.
“Pretty much, my dear,” he
said. “I was wondering how you got on with...”
“Sssssh!” Jacqueline hissed, holding her finger out to him and walking
slowly towards him, her eyes never left his own. There was arrogance in her
eyes, there was confidence, and there were all the things he loved about
Michele’s eyes in hers... everything except the sadness. He couldn’t see a trace
of it in Jacqueline’s gaze.
Patrick raised his eyebrows.
Jacqueline was directly in front of him now and a slight smile twitched
at the corners of her pink mouth. “How about some subtlety, eh?” she said
softly, “Why be so blunt?”
Patrick didn’t blink and neither did she as she lifted one long, slim leg
and slid herself onto his lap, nestling her hips over him. The reactions within
his own body was immediate, and he could see Jacqueline’s triumphant smile when
she felt him.
“You’re stupid you know,” Jacqueline whispered, pressing her lips to his
chin.
Patrick closed his eyes, her warm hand was pulling his shirt out from his
pants, and her other hand was tugging at his fly. “What makes you say that?” he
whispered.
“You come here and you have an appointment at seven?” Jacqueline replied
and Patrick groaned as her hand went all the way into his pants. She smelled
soft and flowery, her body was hot and smooth. Her could feel her flesh as he
slid his hands up her shirt. “You’re staying here, my love,” she whispered.
“You’ll leave when I want you to!”
“Not an appointment,” Patrick said squeezing her tiny waist in his hands
and gently nudging her off him, hiding his disappointment at not having her
pressing against him. “Family.”
Jacqueline’s eyes flashed petulantly, like a child’s would when deprived
of a toy. “Family?” she said in a haughty snip, “Family? What do you need them
for right now? Obviously they don’t fulfill you enough. Obviously SHE
doesn’t.”
Flash of anger, darting through his veins leaving tracings of annoyance.
Patrick looked her square in the eye and took two steps towards her. “Say that
again?”
Jacqueline didn’t move from her spot but she did look away, if only
briefly. When she looked back at him he saw that smile returned, that charm.
“Now I am being stupid, yes?” she said with a humorless laugh. “I do not mean
any of that but I am still annoyed. Yes, I mean that part, I am
annoyed.”
“What then?” Patrick asked.
Jacqueline tilted her head to one side and then clasped his palm in her
own. She only tugged on him gently to get him to follow her out of the living
room and up the stairs.
Patrick glanced around the dimly lit bedroom and noticed that the it was
still the same and there had been no progress in the amount of things packed
away. “Pascal hasn’t found accommodations for you, my
dear?”
“Oh shut-up!” Jacqueline exclaimed, pressing her palm roughly against his
cheek and kissing him with her soft little mouth. All the while she was backing,
backing, backing towards the bed until she sat down upon it, breaking the kiss
and bouncing with a girlish giggle. “I don’t care what Pascal is up to at this
moment. I don’t want to think about it.”
She snatched the bottom of his shirt tightly in her fingers and stood up
as she pulled it up and off his body, dropping it onto the carpet and kissing
him again. He felt the tease of her nails over his skin but she held herself
back. It was just enough to tickle Patrick and send the blood rushing through
his body. He finally wrapped his arms around her and gently pressed her onto the
bed.
Her face was snowy pale in the blue dimness of the room, and her eyes
looked black to him, blinking. He ran his finger down her soft cheek, over the
point of her chin and then down the front of her throat. Jacqueline giggled and
he felt her body tighten underneath him as she wriggled her arms around,
slipping them from the sleeves of her shirt. He helped her take the shirt off
and the rest of her body glowed pale, and milky. Patrick knew there was to be no
denying her now, the desire was far too intense.
“You’re a confident little kitten aren’t you?” Patrick said with a grin.
“Isn’t that the norm for beautiful little French girls?” Jacqueline
giggled.
Patrick couldn’t help but laugh. “And arrogant?”
“Mmmm,” Jacqueline sighed as Patrick unclasped her pants and slipped his
fingers down the front. He could feel her hold her breath and then let it out
slowly. “ I wouldn’t say arrogant... oh that’s it...” Her fingers went through
his hair, tugging at it.
“What would you say?” Patrick asked.
Jacqueline let out a loud, slow moan and settled back into the mattress,
sighing and smiling. “I would simply say that I am only being honest about
myself. Modesty is overrated, you know this!”
Patrick kissed her forehead that was now slightly beaded with sweat. “I
know.”
They remained lying there for a moment; Patrick was enjoying her warm
body underneath his own and the feel of her pulse through her skin. Jacqueline
sighed again and pushed him off her. Patrick closed his eyes, feeling sleepy,
wondering what time it was and he could hear Jacqueline as she wriggled all the
way out of her pants and the rest of her clothes. He heard the rip of a condom
packet and he knew that he wasn’t going anywhere.
Patrick sighed loudly.
“Ooo,” Jacqueline tutted. “Don’t act like it’s such a chore, yes? Pouting
just like a girl! Here, I’ll put it on for you, lazy dog!”
Her lips, her laugh, her moans, her quick bites, the way her legs felt as
they slid around his waist, the way she arched her body underneath him, all of
it was like a glazed candied confection. Jacqueline was certainly more than just
passing pleasure but not something that he wanted to keep forever. She was
something that had to be enjoyed thoroughly and if he had denied that an hour
ago he wasn’t about to now, not while he was grazing his teeth over her perfect,
raised little hip bone and listening to the most delicious giggles from
her.
“Oh stop it!” she cried. “Stop it that tickles too
much.”
Patrick kissed her skin and traveled his mouth to her smooth, pale tummy,
squeezing her thigh lightly in his hand, trailing his mouth elsewhere, listening
to her sigh grow deeper and then he abruptly left off her body and sat up. The
fire in Jacqueline’s frown was immediate, “Tease!” she
snapped.
Patrick laughed and encircled her in his arms, enjoying the feel of her
breasts against him, breasts that reminded him of two perfect, small cakes of
snow. “So what did you have to say to Cecile?” Patrick asked. He couldn’t resist
kissing her throat.
“Who says I even went to see her?” Jacqueline said flippantly. “The girl
seems like a waste of your time... our time.”
“I know you went to see her,” Patrick said quietly. “So tell
me.”
Jacqueline sighed. “What is it about those annoying little virgins that
have you men so... so enraptured? I could do so much more and extend pleasure to
far greater heights than a ten minute busting of a virgin would get you,
yes?”
“I know,” Patrick said. “It’s just something that men do. And besides
it’s part of a game between Mimi and I, and I don’t want to be the one that
doesn’t succeed. Think of it as a matter of honor yes?”
“Ooo,” Jacqueline said. “And Mimi as well! You men fall so quickly for
her, the lifetime ambition of Pascal, her and her “scented bosom”. How absurd
you are! I think I’m much prettier, and younger. And yet still, you swoon for
her. What has she that I don’t?”
Patrick smiled, amused and now thinking of Michele’s laugh and kisses.
“You are annoyed today, you weren’t lying! And anyway I seem to remember you
enjoying her just as much as your husband.”
Patrick could feel the sudden flush of heat in her skin and he knew that
he had hit a nerve. Jacqueline remained quiet for a spell, her pulse racing
against his chest. When Jacqueline spoke again, she sounded sleepy, and a bit
distant.
“Cecile doesn’t trust you,” she said.
“I know that!” Patrick replied, “That’s all I
know.”
“That isn’t to say that she doesn’t like you or that she hates you,”
Jacqueline added quickly. “She simply doesn’t trust you and there is a huge
difference between distrust and dislike, am I wrong? And that being true, your
job I think will be much easier than you think.”
“That’s good to know,” Patrick replied. “So she doesn’t trust me
because?”
“Jennifer Foote,” Jacqueline said. “Jennifer has been telling the girl
the most... appalling stories about you and if any of them are true, well...
then even I would have to be somewhat shocked.”
Patrick sat up, feeling not so much angry as he was surprised. Michele
had always detested Jennifer for reasons she never completely explained to his
satisfaction but he had never figured her as someone that could seriously have
any impact upon him. “Jennifer is making up stories about
me?”
“I know,” Jacqueline said, sitting up as well and leaning against him. “I
was just as surprised when I heard. I never thought that Jennifer had much of an
imagination, but the things she says about you... who knew her little brain
could be so kinky.”
“Who’s to say they aren’t true, eh?” Patrick said.
Jacqueline kissed his cheek. “Perhaps. At any rate, the damage is being
done by her and the very fact that Cecile is still agreeing to stay under your
roof, well that says something about the choir girl’s resolve. Cecile thinks
you’re a wonderful father.”
Patrick raised his eyebrows and looked Jacqueline in the face. “She said
that?”
Jacqueline nodded. “Yes. She said that. She says that it’s a pity that a
man who is such a tender father to his children could waste his soul with such
depravity! She can only hope that you will someday repent the error of your
ways. I think she pities you, truth be told.”
“Pity me?” Patrick exclaimed. “She PITIES me?”
Jacqueline giggled a high pitched, birdlike giggle. “Yes. I tried to fix
some of the damage, I told her about the wonderful things you’ve done for those
poor little sick children in the hospital and how you donated a hundred thousand
for their cancer ward.”
“Two hundred,” Patrick said. “Two hundred thousand.” His head was
dripping with disbelief at this point. Pities?? Pity?!
“Hmm,” Jacqueline said. “Then you’ll have to prove it to her I suppose.
She was a little impressed at the things you have done, but I think she simply
pities your soul. She even said that she would light a candle and pray for
you.”
“What!” Patrick exclaimed. This was ludicrous! The girl really was
religious!
“I said,” Jacqueline continued, “I said to her, what a lovely heart you
have, despite your... vices, and that she shouldn’t think so low of you. So yes,
she said that she would pray for your soul, pray that someday you will find
redemption in His eyes... ooo how sad to hear that from the mouth of such a
young thing.”
Patrick narrowed his eyes in thought. “Well, I need to get Jennifer out
of the way.”
“Evidently,” Jacqueline whispered.
She wants to save my soul? Patrick thought. She wants redemption for my
soul? He saw a solution here. “I can use this,” Patrick said. “I can really use
this.”
“Good,” Jacquelyn said. “Does that mean I get a
reward?”
Patrick pounced upon Jacquelyn’s sweet body glancing at the clock and
noting that he still had some time to spare, and he murmured to her, “Of course
you do my sweet girl. Of course.”
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