Behind Closed doors

Chapter 22

At seven o'clock, the house had finally quieted down. Everyone had gone out to enjoy their last night in Paris, but Lauren had "agreed" to stay behind, using the excuse of Kamala needing to catch up on work. In reality, she had other plans.

Kamala was upstairs getting ready, her bedroom filled with the soft sounds of her preparing for their secret date. Lauren waited downstairs, fidgeting with her phone, but her mind was far from any distraction the screen could offer. She was trying to calm the nervous excitement building in her chest.

Kamala appeared at the top of the stairs a few minutes later, dressed in a black dress that hugged her body in all the right places. The dress stopped mid-thigh, a teasing slit running up the side, revealing just enough skin to make Lauren's throat go dry. Her breasts peeked out from the neckline, accentuated by her signature pearls, and her hair was styled up, exposing her elegant neck. Lauren felt her breath hitch.

Kamala descended the stairs slowly, smiling knowingly as Lauren's wide eyes followed her every step. "Hey, you," Kamala said, her voice soft and playful.

Lauren's mouth opened, but words seemed to fail her. "D-Damn, babe," she stammered, blinking as if trying to snap out of a trance. "You're... You look...you're beautiful."

Kamala grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she reached Lauren, wrapping her arms around her neck. "You like?" she asked, her lips dangerously close to Lauren's lips.

Lauren swallowed hard, her hands automatically finding Kamala's hips. "Like? You're perfect," she whispered, her voice rough with desire. "I can't believe that this is real."

Kamala grinned, her lips curving into a sultry smile. "Wait till you see what's under," she whispered, her voice dripping low with playful seduction.

Lauren's breath caught in her throat, her heart thudding in her chest as her hands instinctively tightened around Kamala's waist. Her eyes widened, then darkened with a fiery passion that Kamala knew all too well. Lauren's voice dropped, thick with desire. "Oh God, you're going to kill me," she muttered, barely able to tear her gaze away from Kamala's teasing grin.

Kamala laughed softly, a low, seductive sound that sent a shiver through Lauren. "I might," she teased, her fingers tracing the back of Lauren's neck, her touch light and deliberate. "But I promise, you'll enjoy it."

Lauren groaned softly, her head tilting forward until their foreheads touched. "You're making it really hard for me to take you out right now," she whispered, her lips brushing Kamala's ever so slightly.

Kamala's eyes flickered with amusement as she leaned in, giving Lauren just a taste of her lips. "Hmm...I guess we better go then. So, where are you taking me?" she murmured against her mouth, her voice teasing.

Lauren smirked, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. "Nice try, but it's still a surprise," she said, her tone playful yet firm.

Kamala laughed, the sound light and carefree. She loved when Lauren got like this—confident, teasing. "Okay, okay. I'll behave." She winked, then grabbed her coat and a pair of oversized glasses. "How do I look? Discreet enough?"

Lauren grinned. "Yeah, you're totally another person like in those movies."

Kamala slipped on the glasses and pulled her coat around her. "Let's get out of here before I change my mind and order room service."

Lauren chuckled, offering her arm. "Your wish is my command, Madam President."

As they stepped out into the cool Paris night, the air felt electric. The streets were still lively, but there was a sense of freedom in walking out, hand-in-hand, like any other couple. Kamala glanced up at Lauren, her heart swelling. "This feels... so good," she whispered.