You'll come back to me

CHAPTER 3

Juliette POV:

I put my last few cards in my bag, and put it on my back.
Next to me, Paul is also busy collecting his things.
"Did you know that they would be the ones to replace the two countries during the conference? "I ask him, curious.
I never thought I would see them again.
Yes, we had gotten along well during their stay in Paris, and I thought it would end there. That was it.
I had already broken a rule the first time I saw them. Well, when I saw him.
The three nights I spent with him were enough, or so I thought until then.
Now that I've met him again, it's impossible for me to forget all those moments.
I can still remember the feeling of his body under or over mine.
The way his mouth traced all over my body, until he reached the place he coveted the most.
My crotch contracts around the void, as my brain decides to replay the most torrid scenes of those three nights.
I shake my head, chasing away all perverse thoughts that invade me.
"No, I had no idea. "Paul says to me as he walks past me.
I frown, not understanding why he's telling me this, then I think back to the question I just asked him.
Of course he didn't know, none of the reporters did.
"Not bad, you'll tell me. Still more interesting than if it had been both countries. "He adds.
"Yeah, except we don't have any articles for today. "I answer him.
I don't like things done out of the blue, so I couldn't ask any questions.
Everything has to be perfect, otherwise I don't feel like I'm doing my job right.
In the conference room, there are not many people left, only a few people from the Eurovision staff and two or three journalists.
I get up from my chair and am about to follow Paul to the exit when a big voice behind us calls out to us.
We turn around and come face to face with a security guard.
I remember seeing him accompanying the group backstage to make sure that no trouble was brewing.
He waves his hand at us, and starts walking towards the back of the room.
"Where are we going?" I ask him as the last two reporters watch us from the corner of their eyes.
When they meet the gaze of the security guard accompanying us, they instantly turn away.
If I had been in their place, I would surely have done the same.
"I have orders to take you backstage. "He replies as we walk through the back doors.
The corridor that leads us to our destination is not very well lit. The only light comes from the small lights hanging just below the floor.
I feel like I'm infiltrating the CIA so I'm just backstage at the Eurovision. Not as impressive, but still.
Paul follows us in the background, he doesn't seem happy to be there anyway, he always pulls a ten foot long face when he doesn't feel like doing something.
I try to smile at him to relax him, but nothing does.
He grumbles in his beard that he wants to go home, pulls his phone out of his pocket and starts tapping on it.
"Paul! "I scold him gently.
He rolls his eyes but continues to type on his phone.
In front of me, the security guard gives me a questioning look, he must think we are rude.
In my defense, I'm not the one with my nose glued to my phone.
"This way. "He indicates us.
We go along another corridor and we land in front of a new door protected by another security guard.
At least, we know from now on that this competition is well protected.
The guard who escorted us until here, whispers something to his colleague who stares at us for a long time before opening the door behind him
While he guides me inside taking my backpack in passing, he takes Paul aside and guides him to the room just next door.
I break free of his grip and ask him sternly.
"Why can't he come with me? "
I am surprised myself by the harsh tone that comes out of my mouth.
Paul gives me a warning look and says in French.
"It's okay, I'm right next door if there's a need. "
I shake my head, annoyed.
"Mr. David wishes to speak to you alone before meeting you all together. " The security guard informs me, dragging Paul away.
Of course Damiano wants to see me alone. Okay, our nights were more than fine, but I didn't think I had marked him either.
I can't even object to any of this, as I'm shoved into his dressing room.
The door closes instantly behind me, and I find myself leaning against it.
The room is far too bright, the lights almost hurt my eyes.
It is rather spacious, but not very furnished.
There is only a large dressing table and a small sofa on the right.
The sofa where the person who has been haunting my mind for the last twenty minutes is standing.
He is sitting, legs slightly spread, arms on either side of the armrests, and head slightly tilted back.
His mouth closes over a lit cigarette.
Damiano isn't just hot, no, he's mostly sexually aroused, and that's dangerous for anyone.
Again, I can't help but think of all he's done to me in the three times we've met, and again, my vagina contracts around an emptiness that begs to be filled.
Damiano raises his head to me, and when his eyes meet mine, he smiles.
He takes a drag from his cigarette, then blows the smoke toward the ceiling.
He takes it out of his mouth and then crushes it into a cup on the dressing table.
He gets up from where he was sitting and walks in my direction.
I can't concentrate on anything else but him.
He occupies the whole room with his presence. It hasn't changed since the last time.
He gives off way too much charisma for my own good.
I try to back away but my back hits the wall.
A slight sneer forms on his lips as he continues to take steps towards me.
I'm trapped, I can't get out, there's no point and I don't want to.
No, I want to feel his lips on mine again, his body pressed against mine. I dream that he can possess me again.
I would be lying if I said that during the past four months I didn't think about him.
Some times the images were almost too real and it was impossible for me not to touch myself when I thought about him.
All this to say that now that he is standing there, right in front of me, it is hard not to jump on him and beg him to take me right away.
I have to calm down or I might do something crazy and I can't afford to lose my place in my job.
And then, if it is, he called me to come here, because he regrets what happened four months ago.
I focus my eyes on his face, and fight with all my strength not to lower them.
His features have not changed. His hair is a little shorter than before, cut just above his ears.
His eyes are underlined by a line of black eyeliner.
No, nothing has changed, and deep down, I would have hoped that he would have inherited a third eye or something like that.
Something that would have made him less attractive, but he's just as sexy as I remember, if not more so.
Damiano stops a few inches away from me, leaving a void that my body is crying out to fill.
I control myself as best I can, I don't intend to throw myself at him, at least not yet.
He crosses the centimeters that separate us, and while I expect him to try something, he takes me in his arms.
His embrace is light, like he's been waiting for this for months.
He nestles his head in the crook of my neck, and I put my arm around his waist.
Damiano is not taller than me, I thank my 5'10" now because I don't have to stand on my tiptoes to be able to hug him back.
I discreetly inhale his smell, which has not changed either.
"Juliette" He blows.
In his mouth, my name sounds like a blessing.
I feel his smile against the skin of my neck.
We stay like this, for what seems like an eternity, not that I mind, then Damiano pulls back from me.
"I'm glad to see you again! " He whispers close to my ear.
"Hmm, me too. "
I can't take away the smile that lights up my face.
We haven't been around each other long, but I liked Damiano right away.
While his body remains pressed against mine, I feel a hand run up my arm.
His touch is gentle, leaving a trail of shivers. I keep my arms around his waist but gently caress his back.
His hand continues to tickle the skin of my arm, but I feel his other hand go to my hip.
Without me expecting it, he grabs me firmly by it, and I can't hold back the moan that passes my lips.
He grunts, and continues to stare at me with his brown eyes.
The sexual tension that has built up in the room is almost suffocating.
I'm hot, and I can feel my panties getting soaked.
And to think, I don't have a hotel room where I can relieve myself.
So I see only one solution, I slowly move my head towards Damiano's.
I can feel his breath on my lips.
His breath smells like tobacco, and if I usually hate it, when it comes to him, I love it.
His mouth opens slightly, like an invitation to continue what I'm doing.
I feel the bulge of his jeans against my right leg, and it only makes me more excited.
I'm about to cross the little space between us, but three knocks sound against the closed door.
"Damiano, let Juliet out of here, I'd like to see her too" Victoria's voice echoes behind me.
I smile, and see Damiano close his eyes and gasp, exasperated.
I tap him on the shoulder, and try to open the door, but he quickly closes it with one hand.
His arm lands right next to my head.
With his hand, he turns me around, my back is against his chest.
His hand moves down from my hip to my thigh.
I hear Victoria banging on the door again.
"We're waiting for you guys! "She exclaims from the other side.
Damiano's hand continues its exploration, moving to my inner thigh.
It hovers over my sex for a quarter of a second, and I'm forced to bite my lower lip to hold back a moan.
Suddenly, his hand lets go of my body and abruptly opens the door.
I almost take it on the head, and find in front of me a Victoria who waits the arms crossed on her chest.
She stares at us for a few seconds then gives me a big smile.
"Finally, come on! "She says gently.
She walks away to the next room.
As I turn to Damiano, he is already walking past me, heading to where Victoria left.
I smile at the security guard standing in front of the door and follow him to the room where the other members of the group and Paul are.
I put a smile on my face, hoping it doesn't betray the mess I'm making in my head and in my underwear.