They spoke to the officers who radioed in and got the information they needed. Then they went back into the room and composed a message to Chief Inspector Favreau. Daniel wrote a description of how he noticed the man watching them, how he recognised him, and how he kept a watch on him. Chanel read his words as he wrote them and looked at the young man with new respect. He was very level headed for someone so young! She looked over at Gabriella and saw the pride and love in her expression.
Chanel reviewed the note once more and they sent it off with the picture attached.
Catherine was looking at her with her lovely blue eyes and once more Chanel’s heart jumped.
“Can you join us for dinner tonight?” the blonde asked her and Chanel found herself nodding with a smile.
“I should go back to my hotel to change into something more appropriate if we’re going out to eat,” Chanel said.
“You’re about the same size as me. I have a dress that would look lovely on you!” Catherine said with a grin.
Chanel looked at the woman and smiled. “If you don’t mind.”
“Not at all! Come on.” Catherine walked past but hooked a finger around Chanel’s fingers and tugged her along. A thrill shot through her body as she felt the soft finger crossing hers.
They went to Catherine’s room and she immediately went to the closet and pulled a sleek, shimmering black sheath dress out. It was sleeveless and dipped low in the front and daringly low in the back.
“Where is the rest of the dress?” Chanel asked.
“Very funny! You would look fabulous in this!” Catherine gushed.
Chanel eyed it skeptically. It was very feminine and she did her best to avoid that but the eager look in Catherine’s eyes melted her resistance. With an uncertain look she took the dress from the blonde’s hands. The fabric was very soft and thin and the dress would be very tight. She had another thought.
“It’s lovely but I can’t wear my bikini bottoms under this and it’s much too short to go without.”
Catherine pulled a matching dress in white from the closet. “I will if you will,” she said with a spark of challenge in her eyes.
Chanel desperately wanted to kiss Catherine at that moment. She also realized that she was no longer thinking of her as Isabelle. She couldn’t. Catherine might look and even sound like Isabelle but she behaved completely different from Chanel’s former lover. She grinned and nodded. The two immediately began stripping and it became a race to see who could squeeze themselves into the tight dress first. Chanel had the advantage of having less on. The bikini top and bottom were off in a flash but Catherine cheated by seizing the black dress and tossing it to the opposite side of the room. She burst into laughter as she scrambled to undress while Chanel went after her dress.
They both managed to squeeze into their dresses at the same time and both laughed at the silliness.
Catherine looked at her with that spark in her eyes again. “I was right! You look amazing!”
Chanel blushed and took in how sexy the blonde looked in her dress. Knowing she wasn’t wearing panties in a dress that barely went lower than her lovely tight ass sent tingles through Chanel’s intimate places. “You look pretty amazing yourself!” She watched the woman blush under her appraising look.
“Oh I almost forgot!” Catherine yelped and turned to pull two pairs of shoes from the closet. One white pair and one black pair. “Do these fit you?”
Chanel’s eyebrows rose. High heels. She had avoided them for years but now she felt herself wanting to wear them. For her. She stepped forward and slipped her foot into the black shoe and it fit. Catherine smiled.
“We’re a good match!” she said in delight. Chanel caught her eyes as the words reverberated in their minds.
“We- we should get back to the others,” Catherine said to break a delicious tension building between them. Chanel admired how Catherine’s ass moved under the fabric and had to struggle to keep her hands back.
It was going to be an interesting dinner.
Ben lay in bed wondering when his current ‘fame’ would fade and the public’s attention deficit disorder and desperate need for novelty would drive it to latch onto some other poor schmuck. He shuddered when he recalled the look in that young woman’s eyes when she approached him to… autograph her body. She and her friend treated him like he already owed them his attention. Was that the true nature of fame? A tacit approval for anyone to invade your personal space and consume your time?
He would need advice from Gabriella on how to downplay the whole ‘hero’ shit. He didn’t want it. He didn’t need it. It was bullshit and that was that!
He felt an ache from long ago echo through his soul and squeezed his eyes shut to prevent the images from returning.
Ben forced his mind to think about something else and the first thing that came to mind was Margaux. He owed her an answer. He wanted to speak with Gabriella but he was definitely leaning in the direction of saying yes.
He sighed. He could hear Gabriella’s words to him in the dress shop in the hotel lobby. He couldn’t protect everyone. She wanted him to protect his heart. Protect himself. The words triggered his mind to flash an image at him. He thrashed to escape it and squeezed his eyes shut tight, a moan escaping his lips.
There was a soft beep of his door unlocking and quiet footsteps leading up to the bed. It might be Gabriella or Catherine. They both had a key to his door.
There was a shift on the bed as someone crawled up the bed towards him.
“Ben? Are you awake? It’s me, Sophia.”
He smiled, incredibly grateful for her sudden appearance. “Hello Sophia,” he rumbled.
“They said I could come wake you up for dinner. We’re going back to that restaurant we went to the first night.”
Ben saw she was on her hands and knees next to him so he reached out and drew her down over his chest. He heard her sigh happily then her lips were on his.
Sophia’s mouth was soft and yielding, her tongue timid. So much different from her sister. He focused on the beautiful soft woman pressing him to the bed.
He stroked his lips across hers and she sighed. He gently sucked her lower lip between his and the tip of her tongue slid across his lips. Ben felt the spark from that shoot through his body and his hands slid down her back. As they approached her ass he felt Sophia’s body tremble in anticipation. Her cheeks filled his palms and he squeezed them firmly bringing a coo from her lips. She pressed herself down against his growing erection and gasped as she felt it throb in response.
Sophia’s hands tugged at his shirt and he arched his back to make it easier for her to pull it up. A little maneuvering later the shirt was off and her hands were running over the thick muscles of this chest as her breath came out in gulps. She was getting a little too excited. He needed to take the edge off for her.