IN LOVE WITH THE FRENCH BEAUTY

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

On Monday Dahveed woke up with the sheets damp, and supporting a raging hard-on from an erotic dream. He’d felt Arabelle next to him; he’d also heard her soft voice whispering in his ear. He’d gone to reach for her when his alarm went off putting him in a bad mood. It had been three agonizing days of replaying the damn kiss and he wasn’t a happy man. He wanted Arabelle with a frightening hunger that devoured his mind and body leaving him breathless. The only problem was she was reluctant to give in.

Oh, she desired him as much as he did her by the way she kissed him back; she just still had doubts, which was going to be his job to convince her over the week what it could be like together for them.

Dahveed decided to drive himself to work that morning which allowed him to think. Arabelle had seemed genuinely happy on Friday at that restaurant; he could take her on more dates. But maybe she wouldn’t like that if it seemed like he was overfeeding her.

This was unbelievably hard! Dating seemed easy enough and yet it appeared to be rocket science when it came to Arabelle. The woman was a bundle of mystery combined with twists of ecstasy along the way, that he anticipated the outcome. But what was he supposed to do when her whole copuse clearly stated "Not interested?" And the way he’d spoken to her in the heat of the moment made him sound like a Casanova, when in truth that had been his first kiss.

Somehow, he didn’t think that Arabelle would just smile one of her sweet smiles if she found out that he was a virgin. It came naturally to him when she was involved, like his body knew what to do as long as it was her.

Thirty minutes later, he was at the office glad that he’d finally come to a conclusion. He wasn’t going to coerce her into whatever this was. He was only going to show her what it could be like for them, and leave the decision to her. He could manipulate her into submission but then she might hate him afterwards, something that left a sour and bitter taste in his mouth. He was willing to do anything for her, including being just friends even though he wanted more. Arabelle’s friendship meant the world to him because sadly it was more than he had with anybody else, his dad included.

“Good morning, sir.”

Dahveed looked up from his computer screen and guarded Arabelle with an unreadable expression. She looked different but he was too wound up to put his finger on it. She looked too damn good! There goes the decision to not coerce her, that damned voice said.

Dahveed slightly smiled because she was making him nervous. She was always all smiles, but at the moment, she looked like a deer ready to hightail it out of the lion’s den. She returned his smile with a wobbly one and took a deep breath.

“Here is your coffee. Your nine o’clock cancelled, so I moved the meeting with the advisors at 11 am. Patricia mentioned brunch after that, so I cleared the rest of the day for that.”

Dahveed barely heard what she said. He was looking at her mouth. It seemed fuller and redder than he remembered. He heard something about a brunch and decided to test the waters.

“Would you like to accompany me to the brunch?” he enquired. Her large eyes became bigger and she blinked at least a dozen times before swallowing loudly.

“That would be inappropriate because it’s a family gathering.” Patricia had made it clear that Dahveed was to attend the gathering alone.

“Oh.” Dahveed never liked these “gatherings” one bit. All they served was a gossiping match between Patricia and some of her "collegues" on who and what had happened so far in the year. And Dahveed hated gossips. He’d rather stay here and spend the day with Arabelle.