Chapter 8: Mindless Sex

Mario was dumbfounded when he got to Bianca's. Hers was a rather exquisite place. He was beside himself with unbelief when he followed her in, and settled on her plush sofa.

"You like what you see?" She asked, laughing mischievously, "Wait until you see something better."

She flung her shoes in the air and walked into the kitchen.

"Come here, Mario. I don't exactly know your favorite drink." Like a determined fool for Belle, he got up and answered the woman's call. There was a wet bar in there for serving drinks, and Mario gasped. Hers was a luxury home, almost as exquisite as his family home back in Le Marais.

"Just what are you?" He asked, leaning on the wall by the door.

"Simple. Just a woman who goes after what she wants." She started, pulling out all shades of alcohol. "That's what Belle is not."

Mario ignored her last comment, and touches the bottles of drinks. "Why do you go to the bar when you have so many drinks in here?"

Bianca was quiet. She asked him, with her eyes,