Each model was escorted by a jungle boy. While the models were in original dresses, the jungle escorts were with spears, and painted like warriors. Each model was dressed beautifully as they stepped off the train. The dresses were colorful, exotic, with bags, skirts or leggings covered in native beads. While some stepped of the train with their breasts bare, and she noticed Drake smirk. She rolled her eyes...typical guy move. One boldly walked straight up to Drake wearing only a huge coat, and then slowly opened it unveiling her nude painted body to him, and Emma noticed a small tint on his cheeks as he tried to avert his eyes... She tried to suppress her grin. She wasn't jealous, she knew his feelings for her, even though she was too scared to reciprocate them. Drake tried every possible means not to squirm in his chair, as the model picked her coat, and walked away. And after that, Emma sat watching the models fly past with a neutral expression, one wouldn't know if she was enjoyin
She dismissed the driver for the night, and they got down, strolling slowly down the cost le voir to the place vermis. For once, they felt like normal people, without their hectic jobs and responsibilities weighing them down, and they were both grateful for the breath of fresh air. It returned some normalcy to the night after everything they had seen that evening. "I really needed this," he admitted, as they walked, stopping briefly to window shop. "Yeah me too. So,do you see yourself coming here in the next six months for another show?" She asked, curious about his response. "Right now? I won't lie I'm damn fascinated, but I don't know if I will though, not yet anyways. I think I will be a little disappointed if the other shows are any less. It's going to be a deciding factor." "Not any less though, just lest crazy and more in line. You might end up enjoying them more than Zandor's actually. They are not as exotic and as crazy as Zandor trust me, but that's their own aesthetic
Once they were in the hotel, they went straight to the elevator. Their rooms were on the fourth floor, and his was just few rooms before hers. He stood outside her door, as she fished inside her bag for the room key. They had put the key in a heavy key chain, and she always disliked it. Drake waited patiently until she found it, and proceeded to unlock the door. Once it was open, she turned to thank him for taking out time to come with her, she had fun with him."Do you have time for a little breakfast tomorrow morning with me, or will you be too busy?" He asked , while she was busy ogling how handsome he still looked despite the fact that he was terribly tired. It was already around two o' clock in the morning, it had been a long night for both of them, but a fun one too. She was aware of the raw sexiness oozing from him, but she pretended not to be affected by it, at least she was trying to. "I have to make some calls tomorrow, and I must meet with the graphers to go over the
While Emma was checking her mails, Drake was looking through the newspaper. And once he was done, he folded it back, and turned his attention to her. "So, what are we seeing today? More wildlife, or something more gentle?" "Today's theme is breathe art," she answered, smiling at him. "You know, poetry in motion, breathing portraits. The clothes are going to be like paintings worn by men and ladies, with a lot of integrated elements, and bright colors. You know what? I think you will enjoy it actually.""Better than yesterday?" He asked with interest, as he leaned back on the chair, studying her. She looked really beautiful , with her hair cascading down her shoulders .He liked it, it made her look younger and radiant. Emma on the other hand, thought he looked perfectly groomed, and even as she sat across from him, she could still perceive his cologne. "Not at all, totally different," she answered."This one is very elegant, quiet and very abstract. While others focus more
They both went back to the hotel to make some important phone calls and and reply some important emails. And by five-thirty, they met up again. They had agreed to go for a stroll, and he followed her willingly into a shopping mall. By the time they got back to the hotel by 7pm, they had spent almost the entire day together, and Emma was surprised at how totally comfortable she felt around him. She went to change, while he responded to some emails on his laptop and went through some documents. An hour later, they were on their way to see Givenchy. They weren't covering the show, but they decided to go for the fun of it. The show turned out to be ridiculous, and frankly they were both disappointed. The show was okay, but was less than what they expected from a known brand. After that, they headed straight to the Grayson's cocktail party, which was as perfect as it could be. Everyone who was in the social ladder was there. Drake made the rounds with Emma by his side, greeting
Emma attempted to look solemn as they were on their way to chanel's show the next morning. Drake was wearing a dark green suit, a white button up and a black tie. He dressed like he was attending a business meeting, and not like he was heading for a fashion show.But as for Emma, she wore a grey Chanel two piece. She looked sexier than ever, and Drake definitely felt the same way. He woke up early after spending the night with her, and headed back to his suite to prepare for the show. When he was done, he called Emma before heading towards her suite to wait for her at her door.He wasn't there for too long before her door opened, revealing Emma, looking gorgeous as ever. He had to resist the urge to drag her back into her room, peel the sexy clothes off her , and do extremely naughy things to her body... Over and over again until they're both sated and too tired to attend the show. But instead,he pulled her in,and captured her lips in a short deep kiss,after which he whispered in h
She was afraid that once they got back to New York, the spell of France would be broken, and she would be left alone to nurse her wounded heart. She explained her ordeal to Drake as she sipped her tea. "Don't be like that Emma," he frowned. "Is it so hard to think that people our age actually fall in love? We aren't that old you know, hell even people way older than us fall in love all the time. So why the hell are you trying to convince me that this thing between us can't be real?" "But what if it's not?" She asked, worry evident on her face. "What it's just an infatuation?" She wanted it to be real, more than she had ever wanted anything. She had never felt so strongly for any other man, and it scared her. He was strong, handsome,intelligent, passionate,and reasonable. Although he was a little bit uptight, but not towards her, and he also liked Brian, her best friend, and one of the stagnant in her life.She wasn't sure of his relationship with cherry, but at least he didn't ha
Drake was staring at her like he wanted to devour her. She was straddling him, and then she slowly began to grind on him. Drake groaned, and captured her lips in a hot searing kiss. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, exploring every corner. Emma couldn’t remember when her lingerie came off, but she could when she slowly took off his boxer briefs. He quickly flipped her over, so that her back was on the bed. His mouth latched onto one sensitive nipple, while his fingers played with the other, eliciting moans from her mouth. He pulled away with a pop, and began to kiss his way down to her dripping soft mound. He circled her belly button with his tongue, and a soft moan erupted from his lover’s lip, as she arched her back. Her breath hitched in anticipation, as Drake gripped her hips, placing light kisses as he got to his main prize. He pressed his palms against her warm skin, before his slender fingers rubbed at her slit, making Emma gasp. His slipped one finger in, moving i