The Sire

Chapter 37

I.

Seattle...

Iris looked at herself in the mirror, turning around and looking over her shoulder to see how it look on her back. Her dress was silver opened in a v line until her lower back, falling loose from her waist until a bit under her thighs. The front of the dress was also a v line that reached her belly button and covered her breasts. Her makeup was simple, some illuminator and mascara on her eye lashes and her cherry lip gloss. Her hair loose that night but she had worked on her waves. Iris smiled one last time checking out her outfit and then walked over to the chest drawer and grabbed her bottle of Moschino and sprayed it over her cleavage, neck, and wrists. Then, she grabbed her silver shinning Louboutin sandals that would give her a few more inches and prolong her legs. When done, she spun in front of the mirror for the final judgment. She liked it. Iris left the bedroom and descended the stairs to find him in front of the window with his hands inside the pocket of his black linen trousers and legs slightly apart. He had a white buttoned shirt, long sleeves, but rolled up until his elbows. Though he was so neat, he had his pair of boots on his feet, but it looked so rebel and so him at the same time. Iris held some air inside at the sight of him quietly looking outside without acknowledging her presence. Then, her last step gave away her presence and he turned around. Their eyes locked and he smiled at her with his eyes sparkling. She was so stunning. Her beauty unbalanced him.

"I am glad you accepted my proposal." He gasped while watching her from head to toe.

"It's a bit crazy..." Iris smiled and shrugged, but her eyes could not leave his.

"I didn't know this place had such beautiful girls." He told her while she approached the counter at the corner to grab a glass of white Chardonnay, her favorite.

His eyes following her every move. His heart speeding like a teenager in front of a girl for the first time. He felt his palms getting wet and suddenly it was really hot inside that room despite the shower outside.

"I may disappoint you..." Iris responded, turning around to face him, and taking a sip of her glass again.

His eyes locked on her lips as she ran her tongue over them to clean the remains of the French beverage, making his heart speeding a bit more. Then, he approached her and rested against the counter of the minibar and grabbed a glass for himself. Iris looked in his gigantic eyes that were still sparkling and they smiled at one another.

"Do you drink anything else than wine?" He asked, resting the tall glass on the marbled counter.

"I am fine with my wine." She ran the tip of her finger around the thin glass yanking a low musical sound off of it.

"And what does a beautiful girl like you is doing here all alone?" His eyes sparkling more than ever. Iris giggled.

"I am waiting for my husband." He winced like she had wounded him in the heart. Then, he recomposed himself and looked in her blue eyes again.

"I don't see a wedding ring on your finger." He bit his lower lip and Iris looked away with a soft smile on her lips.

"I may have left it in my bedroom." She looked back at him.

"Does he know that you do that?" He curled his eyebrow still with a mocking smile. Iris looked at his hand.

"And you?" She pointed at his finger. "You're also married... there's the sun mark on your finger..." They looked at each other in the eye.

"Seems like we're the same." He shrugged. "You look stunning."

"So do you."

Suddenly, Prince's Kiss started playing in the background really low and he extended his hand at her.