Chapter 105 - Entertainment to high society

She accepted the glass of punch that Alexandre handed her. The non-alcoholic drink smelled sweet and fruity. He himself took a glass of wine from the waiter's tray. Although he actually wanted something stronger.

It was just before midnight, but the guests didn't seem to feel any fatigue. Couples were spinning fast to the sound of the lively music. Along the edge people whispered busily. Alexandre gave Lily a quick kiss on the temple. She looked at him in disbelief. He knew that such obvious caresses were not appropriate in public. But they were necessary! He would keep up this farce. It had to be done.

"Is everything okay?" Finally, he lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.

"What are your intentions with your open declarations of love? If you don't stop this soon, we'll be a hot topic of conversation by tomorrow at the latest. Or is that your intention?"

"I don't think we've given enough entertainment to high society."

He knew that at least a dozen pairs of eyes were focused on her. Although they stood far from the masses, away from the most glances, the gossips in their circles did not miss this spectacle. And Alexandre knew exactly how to use these chatterboxes to his advantage. Alexandre turned away with her in his arms. This spectacle was actually meant only for one person, and he was sure of his attention. His eyes had been running with them since the moment they entered the room. Only Lily had not yet noticed this old acquaintance.

"Nothing would please me more than to hold you close to me and kiss you." He confessed honestly. Actually he wanted to do some other things with his kitten. But he kept this to himself. Frightening her was not his goal.

"I think we've given enough fuel to talk about tonight. Besides, I'm afraid the poor old widow Naubresse might suffer a heart attack of such impudence."

Alexandre looked over at the baroness. She must surely already more than ninety, yet her cheeks glowed red as she watched the couple. He winked at her.

"I rather think she is eagerly awaiting this kiss. She must surely be bored by this boring event." He bent down, she recognized a dark glow in his eyes.

"I only wish to grant her this wish."

"Don't you dare." She gave him a warning glare.

"You still owe me a kiss." His head hovered just millimeters above hers, and she could look him straight in the eyes.

"I don't know anything about this." Lily placed her right hand on his chest, tried to push him away. His chest was hard, like the rest of his body. He probably didn't have a single piece of fat on his body, which she thought was unfair. How could a man be so brazenly handsome! The longer she looked at him, the flabbier her knees became. She felt dizzy under his blazing gaze. His eyes had the miraculous ability to pulverize her brain into a pile of dust.

"Don't be afraid, Lily." But before she could refuse him one more time, he lowered his mouth hungrily onto hers. A flood of fiery passion swept over him as his lips met hers. They were soft and sweet, like honey. The kiss was cautious at first, but the longer he demanded, the more intense his teasing became. He put his hand between her shoulder blades, stroking her back. Alexandre knew he was playing with fire. But the thought vanished like a billow of smoke. Her mouth was too delicious, so all thought of decency and morality vanished. He kissed her passionately, bending her head back slightly so that he could press his lips even tighter against hers, stroking her with his tongue. She tasted sweet and fruity, like an exotic cocktail.

She wept helplessly in his arms. He loosened a little and whispered against her red mouth. "Damn it, Lily... "

Then he brushed his thumb across her still wet lips.

Lily cried in her heart.

She stared at him with her big watery eyes as she gasped for breath.

For a long time they looked at each other in silence.

When Alexandre held her in his arms, he felt that she was too soft and delicate. The fire that he had forced down with great difficulty before, suddenly began to heat up again. It was too difficult to endure. No matter how hard he tried, his body was on fire.