The Art of the Corset

Chapter Five- A Moment Cast Upon Intrigue

The rain began to fade as Eve and Marth began to truly get to know one another. With half a container of alcohol in their systems, they began to quickly grow more and more comfortable with one another. Eventually leading to an array of revealed embarrassing moments. Eve came incredibly close to telling her secret but placed the bottle against her lips to cease her drunken talk.

"I will admit something only you can know." He said to her, standing up and pulling her up beside him. "I really...really..." He moved close to her. "Am starving!" He said as he turned toward the kitchen. As he turned, he smirked before turning back and seeing her holding his shirt open. The buttons on either side were no longer touching and only her fingers made them. "Me too..." She said as she slowly moved toward him. He was walked back to the counter before he pulled her against him, then pushing her against the counter. With his fingers deep in her hair, he pulled her head back to reveal her neck before pulling away. He shook his head almost as if he sobered in the moment.

"I am so sorry."

She covered herself and ran toward the back.

"Eve!" He called after, leaving her desiring him yet trying to hide her embarrassment.

"Please just leave me be." She said as she buttoned the shirt. "I am so embarrassed. I never should have taken a sip of alcohol. I have overstayed my welcome and should go."

"I don't want you to."

"Why? I just placed you in a position when I don't even know if you're married...I'm selfish and a bad person-"

"Don't ever say that! There is nothing you could do that would make me look at you and think that. Nothing."

She thought about telling him her secret then and there but knew she was already on thin ice. "Why have you been so kind to me? Even now?"

"You were a wounded dove. A beautiful creature who needs help. I know I can't keep you hostage here forever but I thought maybe I could convince you to stay a while. Get to know me and I you..."

"Then what?" She asked with deep concentration in her now teary eyes.

"That is something we would know then. Please...Do not do this to me...I am intrigued by you. You are the only woman I have ever met to be so bold-in the best way..."

"It sounds as if I am too forward."

"No! I am just...not used to such a reaction..."

"I am sorry. Did you mean what you said about being hungry?" She asked as she placed her hand on her stomach.

He nodded. "I'll make us something." He said as he disappeared into the kitchen. In her head, she scolded herself almost as if it was Belladoux doing it instead. When she made her way out, she saw how there had been food awaiting her. He placed fresh fruit before her and some bread with ripe jam. She ate the food as if it were sex itself. Moaning at each bite and wiping the corner of her mouth before sucking on her finger. He fidgeted in his seat and nearly choked on his bread before apologizing for his "misstep."

"Are you not sitting?" She asked with a giggle.

"Yes. I suppose I am. The seat slipped from under me. Has a mind of its own..." And it was then she knew she made him nervous-she knew she could use this as an advantage...