Page 3 of A Treasure To Keep
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“Fine. Alessandro’s fiancée needs a stylist. He asked if I had any recommendations, and I thought of you. I’m surprised he didn’t think of you himself. I guess his brain is somewhere else.”
Oh. This is a different conversation than I thought I’d be having with him. Hold on. “Wait! Fiancée? Since when is Alessandro engaged?”
“I was wondering when you’d pick up on that. She’s the collection for an old family debt.” Poor girl.
I tuck the phone between my shoulder and ear, opening my computer to scan through Andrea's and my schedule. On average, we work the same schedules, or our schedules overlap, meaning there’s a fair chance both appointments could be scheduled simultaneously. “Fine. When does she want to come in? Also, you need to be fitted for the suit you ordered from Andrea last year. I can schedule both for you.”
“No.” What? “I mean, Luci can’t leave the house. You’ll need to come here. Also, I don’t have time to get fitted for the suit. You guys should have my measurements on file. Get it tailoredto that, and I’ll send someone to pick it up. Or you can bring it when you come to get Luci all outfitted. I can send it back for tailoring once I try it on.” That’s the biggest pile of bullshit I’ve ever heard.
“Whatever. I’ll bring a variety of items that would be ‘Leone family approved’ and will come today. Have someone pick me up at noon. I’m not bringing the suit, though. You’re a grown-ass man and can come get the fucking fitting and pick it up yourself.” I don’t give Marco a chance to answer before I hang up, not wanting the smart-ass answer I know he has waiting for me.
I have one quick appointment with someone searching for a dress to meet her future in-laws. The rest of the day is blocked off to pick out things for this girl. I think Marco said her name was Luci. Marco didn’t give me any details about style, colors, etc., meaning I’m going in blind to this appointment. Marco texted me after the call, thanking me for hanging up on him, and mentioned that Luci's body type is similar to mine. At least that text gave me some guidance. On the other hand, I’m slightly, okay massively, annoyed that he insisted I call him when he could have texted me.
I’m heading to the break room to update Mr. Hansley about my private client when I get a text from Andrea.
Andrea:
Bonjour, mon trésor. I noticed your day was blocked out for a private client. Who is taking you away from me? I have an hour between clients. Can you make time for me?
Me:
Absolutely, my love. I’ll come and find you.
I can take a little detour to see Andrea, Marco be damned. He can wait.
Chapter 2
Andrea
El:
Absolutely, my love. I’ll come and find you.
Perfect. I’d be lying to myself if I said seeing mon trésor every day wasn’t my favorite part of this job. Considering her family’s opinion of me, we don’t see each other as often as I’d enjoy. Her parents are old school, preferring that she live at home since she’s unmarried.
We come from different worlds, yet we ended up in the same place. El was raised in money by two parents, while ma mère and I lived in a small one-bedroom apartment outside of Paris. Her parents don’t believe that I am worthy of even breathing the same air as her because of that detail.
El’s signature heels clicking on the floor give away her approach. When I turn around, I see her beautiful body walking my way. Her gorgeous hourglass figure sways as her deep ocean-blue eyes lock onto mine, glimmering with the love I know she holds inside. Families be damned, I am the luckiest man inthe world to have such a striking woman, and she will always be mine. If she tried to leave, I would call in a favor from Alessandro Leone, a client of mine who involves himself in some illicit activities, to keep her close. I understand that makes me sound crazy, but love makes you do crazy things.
When she reaches me, I wrap my arms around her center and kiss her neck, roaming up her jaw until I reach her lips. Sparks fly between us, reminding me of the first time we kissed. She sighs when I pull my lips away from hers, my arms still holding her close.
“Tu as l'air parfait, mon beau trésor.” My cock starts to harden as I explore the curve of her body with my hands. A gentle smile crosses her face, the blush color of her lipstick begging to be smeared.
“You know I still can’t speak French, right? You could be telling me I’m a prized cow, and it would sound fancy and erotic coming from your mouth.”
“In what world would I call you une vache prisée? You’re mon trésor. Now, what’s the job that’s taking you away from me all afternoon?”
“Marco called this morning.” My body tenses at the mention of his name. Everything was fine before New Year’s Eve, and now he will do anything he can to avoid seeing me. I know he doesn’t hate me. He still orders clothes and accessories directly from me, ensuring I receive my commission. Nevertheless, I’m fairly certain what happened on New Year’s Eve turned him off.
I don’t parade myself as ‘Andrea the bisexual,’ but I wouldn’t deny it to anyone who asked either. I’m not ashamed of who I am. Unfortunately, not everyone has that same thought process. I can’t help but think that he didn’t know my sexual preferences and taking the chance to suck him off made him disgusted by me. I could never tell El that. The two of them already annoy each other, regardless of the consistent sexual tension runningbetween them. If I told El that Marco may be freaked out by my bisexuality, she would deliver me his dick, wrapped in a bow as a gift.
El has been extremely accepting and understanding about my sexuality and preferences. When I first told her, she sat there and listened, taking in every detail and word. It’s a rarity to find a woman who’s okay with her boyfriend sleeping with other men while they’re dating. Of course, we have rules. She has to be there. We all have to take part, and most importantly, it needs to be with men we don’t know. We broke that rule with Marco, and now I understand why we have that strict rule. El didn’t ask any questions in the morning, assuming that Marco either went back downstairs to get more pussy or didn’t want to watch us snuggle all night. Maybe both.
“Will I see you tonight?” The moments I see El outside of work are the moments I treasure with mon trésor. While we plan dates, most of the time, we end up disappearing. That way, I can have her the way I love her. What can I say? She’s irresistible. When the mood strikes, I can’t wait to have her.
“What kind of silly question is that? Of course, you will. In the meantime.” She takes my hands in hers, dragging me to the nearest dressing room. I love my little exhibitionist.