Love In Rio (closed)

[silvertongue217]

“Oh I remember” He muttered biting his lip and watching her raw display of sexuality. He muttered a quick prayer to himself and rose following after her as his mind raced. He felt like a runner falling short with her some times and the feeling wasn’t some thing he was used to. At the same time it was delicious partly because he had never met a girl quit like her. More and more he was falling for her, more and more he was finding out just how deep that hold on him was. He wasn’t going to say what he was thinking but he was thinking it.

Very loudly in fact

“My threats of rebellion wouldn’t be directed at you” He murmured sliding up behind her unable to help himself. His hands ran up her body as they danced in the hall way his lips coming to her neck and biting and sucking on it.

“Believe it or not there is only one person I feel comfortable being a toy to” He whispered into her ear biting on the ear lobe as his hands came up to massage and play with her chest “I don’t know what you’ve done to me but for you I think I would do any thing” He said turning her and pressing her against the wall sliding his tongue back into her mouth as he kissed her passionately.

"I havent forgotten who you are Drill" He murmured against her lip "Elle either one of you have captured me you have captured me"

 

[grdybiwife]

She allowed herself enjoy his hands on her, but having regained her control, she didn't allow herself to be overcome by his rough touch. Or his tongue in her mouth. She slipped her arms around his neck, pressed her naked body against his , all the while working them towards her bedroom.

"Oh I'm well aware," she told him with a smirk as she reached behind to push her door open. "I tend to have that effect," she said before she jumped back, shutting the door before he could say anything else, making sure to lock it as well.

With her back against the door Elle did the most unbecoming thing she'd ever done in her life, she swooned. Complete with dreamy eyes, her head back pressed against the door. "Fuck what I'm doing to you," she mumbled with her palm against the door, wondering if her was still outside. "What the hell are you doing to me?"

She found herself climbing into bed as she ran through the short time she'd spent with Marcus. She'd had crushes before, she wasn't a robot, but Elle was usually pretty good about keeping herself from doing the silly girl act. But Marcus wasn't like any of the guys she'd ever met. He was strong willed, intelligent, with just the right amount of damage sprinkled on top. And he wasn't intimidated by her father or her attitude, always rolling with the punches she threw his way without missing a beat. Even in the elevator, his reaction to her thumb cracker was minimal. A lesser man would have crumbled to the floor defeated.

She wasn't surprised when she muttered his name as she began to touch herself. And she Elle wasn't gentle about it. With her two middle fingers she fucked herself, legs spread wide, think of the way he held her down the night before. The way he made her cum, shouting his name. And as she came in reality, Elle still called out his name.

 

[silvertongue217]

He felt the door slam in his face and groaned. Her touch and kiss still rocketed through him threatening to send him down to his knees. He felt his cock throbbing in his pants and slammed his head against the wall for a few minutes.

“You’re killing me” He shouted as he heard her starting to moan. He debated about knocking it down but decided not to unable to figure out a way to explain it to his employer and her dad. Instead he listened moaning a he heard her pleasure her self and all but dry humping the door.

“What the hell are you doing to me” Marcus whispered closing his eyes unable to move and stop listening. He would never have imagined he would be here listening to a girl moan and pleasure her self and be utterly enthralled by it. He felt such a coursing need for her a desire to tear every thing down between them and just be inside of her again. It was more than that though He wanted her enjoyed her company desired her as a person and not jus sex. He wasn’t the kind of man who would use a woman but he never was the type for a relationship.

Until know apparently

He heard her Cuming and moved going over to the living room and slumping down. He unbuttoned is shirt revealing his muscular chest. His hair was already messed up so he unbottened hi pants pulling out his hard cock and beginning to stroke it. He felt his rational side telling him he was crazy for doing it but quickly pushed it away instead staying quite and waiting for her to come out and see him.

The game was on apparently

 

[grdybiwife]

Relatively satisfied, Elle lay in bed a few moments basking in the after glow with that stupid grin on her face that thoughts of Marcus seemed to always bring. What's she'd done was risky, at one point she thought he might break down her door and she had to admit she was a bit saddened by the fact that he didn't. But he had to know just what she was capable of, that she wasn't some easy lay that he could look at a certain way and her clothes would fall off. She got the feeling he would appreciate the challenge. Either way tonight was shaping up to be the most entertaining work schmooze and booze she'd ever attended.

Finally she rolled over to check the time. "5:30 time to get your ass in gear," she mumbled as she dragged herself out of bed, leaving her robe behind as she made her way into her closet/dressing room. Everything was all laid out. Dress, panties and shoes. Elle sat down at her vanity to put on her makeup. But before she started she thought it might be a good idea to let Marcus know that he should be getting ready too.
Never worn a tux so I don't know how long it takes to put on. I'm getting ready, so should you

As she got ready, Elle found herself taking more time than she usually did. Her make up was always subtle but tonight she decided to do something a little extra to make her dark eyes stand out a little more. Even opted out of her usual sleek ponytail with a center part and opted for a more elaborate french braided updo. When she got to her panties, she hesitated before she realized the fun she could have with them later and pulled the red lacy boy shorts all the way up. Given the design of the dress and her near perfect c cups, she decided to go braless since the top was snug enough to keep everything in place. By the time she was finished it was 6:45, just enough time to get a drink before the car arrived.

Tentatively she headed downstairs, all of a sudden feeling nervous about what he might react to her all dolled up.

 

[silvertongue217]

His phone beeped and he sighed reading it. Once again he swore to himself groaning as he put away his erection and zipped up his pants. Nice again she had circumvented him this time with out even fully realizing it. A part of him wanted to rant and rave and go kick down her door but the moment had passed for that stuff.

Now it was time to get dressed

He left her penthouse and went to the room where the Tux was waiting. He fingered the material trying not to shake his head at the monkey suit and instead went into the bathroom. He showered quickly noting with pleasure that some of his toiletries had been collected for him. He put on his prada cologne and got dressed pulling on the white and black tux and matching bow tie. He grimaced a little but went through the motions frowning when he realized there wasn’t a place to hide his gun.

“Some thing tells me I am an accessory piece tonight” he said shaking his head and fixing his fathers expensive Rolex watch his only heirloom from the man. He was just finishing up with the cuff links when his phone beeped alerting him their ride was here and to meet her in the lobby.

“Well here we go” He said pausing to pluck a rose out of the floral arrangement and going down to the lobby. He ignored the looks and appreciative glances he got from the females and instead waiting fingering the rose and waiting for her to appear.

 

[grdybiwife]

Instead of making her own, Elle decide to go down to the hotel bar to get a real drink. She was shocked to find herself alone in her apartment and assumed Marcus had gone ahead to wait for her. He had been pretty pissed when she shut the door in his face for the second time today and she had that sinking feeling in her stomach that she had pushed him to far the last time. He didn't even respond to her text.

Then the elevator doors opened and she saw him, standing near the bar. Looking like some sort of secret agent in his borrowed tux. She immediately noticed the lack of drink in front of him and for some reason that made her smile. She tried not to stare at him as she crossed the lobby, her hips swaying seductively as she moved to stand beside him. Just close enough that he could smell the jasmine on her skin and feel the heat off her body without anyone looking twice at them.

"Well, you seem awfully uncomfortable," she said with a little smirk, then leaned in. "You shouldn't be, you look amazing. Any woman would be happy to have this tux in a wrinkled mess on her bedroom floor. But still, a little stubble would go a long way."

 

[silvertongue217]

“It’s a monkey suit” He said resisting the urge to gulp as he discreetly checked out her frame. He felt his hands starting to go up to capture her and willed them to stop instead handing her the rose.

“Since your father decided not to give me a tux I can keep a gun in I have decided to embrace the role of your escort” He said keeping his voice light even as his eyes said I would love to get you alone and have my way with you “for you” He said handing her the rose and holding out his elbow for her to take. He led her out into Rio and down the steps waiting until they were out of ear shot.

“Bad enough your sounds were a tease” He told her opening the door to the limo “but now the dress?” He said placing a hand on her naked back “If you keep this up I am going to have to rape you discreetly at this Galla” He said nodding at the supplementary security tam before clambering into the car behind her.

He sat down and the Limo pulled out moving through the streets they were alone so he dropped the pretense eyeing her with dark intense lust that spoke of their night together before.

 

[grdybiwife]

Elle sucked her teeth at his rape comment and said, "I don't know about the other girls but threats of rape aren't exactly a turn on. Discreet or otherwise." She knew he wasn't serious, even if he was, Drill would make it more trouble than it was worth.

She turned her attention to the window and crossed her legs to keep her pussy from throbbing under that smoldering gaze. He really didn't have to say anything to her. That look was telling enough. Elle could see all the naughty things he wanted to do to her, and she had to admit the position she sat in didn't much help his cause. The high split separated when she stacked her strong thick thigh on top of each other. When she leaned her legs away from him, the entire expanse of her legs was exposed almost to her hip. Elle was so busy trying not to be turned on that she didn't realize what she might be doing to him with her posture.

Thankfully the ride was short and before too long the limo was pulling up in front of the Museum and Marcus was getting out of the car. She took a long slow breath as she waited for him to open her door, smiled when he reached down to help her out.

"So about that bet," she said to him with a smirk as she took his offered elbow.

 

[silvertongue217]

She was driving him crazy

He watched his eyes widening his gaze intensifying as he took in her curved legs. He felt his cock throb in his pants and shifted his eyes unable to hide his desire for her. He was utterly enthralled with her from the tip of hi head down to his toes.

A fool in love

He couldn’t seem to say the right thing either. It was maddening really to go from the smooth panty dropping guy he was to…. Whatever he could be called now. It was a lesson in humility and one that was only enhanced as he seemed to play this game with her. On the one hand he smarted underneath it struggled to come to terms with it… on the other hand however he liked it because it signified how different this was to him.

Some thing more real

He licked his lip as the car finally slowed down signifying they were at the gala. He grimaced at the thought of being thrust into the limelight but did his duty opening the door and moving over to open her door for her. He helped her out ignoring the whispered and furtive looks passed their way.

“What bet would that be” He said putting on his most charming smile as he led her down the red carpet “I believe I issued you a challenge rather than a bet” He murmured to her making sure no on could hear.

“A challenge I seem to be bumbling through but preserving nonetheless” He admitted as they went up the steps.

 

[grdybiwife]

Elle laughed at his honesty as she clutched his arm in both hands as they maneuvered through the small contingent of press to enter the museum. She was never one for the society pages, especially now with the reputation she was developing in the slums. There would surely be at least one picture snapped of her, smiling up at Marcus, and she tried not to think of the attention it might bring.

"I meant about my father and your introductions," she said with a wide smile that was not at all put on. "Try to relax a little. People are going to think there's a gun in your side with that tight smile your wearing..."

"Elle, my dear I was wondering what was keeping you," she heard her father shout from behind her and she turned and looked to see him headed towards her. His own date trailing a few steps behind. Unlike most widowers his age, Alexander Archambault did not court women half his age. The woman accompanying him tonight was no less that 35 but still beautiful in a mature way. Her dress was conservative but flattering and she greeted Elle with a smile. "Elle, Isabella Rojas head of legal department..."

"And contrary to popular rumor I am not dating your father," the woman said extending her hand. Elle took it and they leaned in for the usual triple kiss. She didn't have to say it, there body language was companionable, though she could tell from her father's sidelong glances that he wouldn't mind having a little more from her. "I've heard so much about you. Top of your class at U of F and Wharton. I'm a Miami girl myself, but still quite impressed." Elle fought the urge to Gator clap in the woman's face, instead accepting her compliment with a smile. "Perhaps once you find your footing in your father's empire you and I might commiserate over being beautiful women in a mans world."

"I like her Papa," Elle admitted and her father rolled his eyes.

"And this is Marcus Richard," he said with a nod at the man and Isabelle leaned to him to offer the same greeting she had Elle. Though Elle noticed a distinct lingering in the embrace and grit her teeth. "Now that your here Princess, the Gutermuths have been asking of you."

"And so it begins," she mumbled to Marcus before her father dragged her away.

 

[silvertongue217]

And just like that whatever his role had been was done.

Marcus watched them go frowning slightly. He nodded a polite smile at Ms. Rojas and started to follow them. He maintained a professional distance shadowing them and weaving through the crowd. Once he relaxed he almost looked like he belonged with the rich and the famous. He was handsome enough and he seemed to have a natural ability to weave through the crowds even if he had never been in this type of situation before.

And he kept a carful eye on her

It was a whole other type of madness to be so close and yet so far. She was always in his vision but out of reach. The lines between them were very distinct in this setting so much so that he wished to be back in the Favela with her.

Back when they were partners

“You’re being an idiot” He murmured he reminded himself shaking his head slightly “You know this is her life as well” He told himself sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. He tucked his hand inside of his pocket and grabbed himself a drink making sure it was water as he watched her closely. His sobriety was starting to effect him giving him a pulsing headache he was struggling not to pay any mind to.

Meanwhile

Jack Gutermuth sauntered up to her ignoring the parents making chit chat. He was handsome in that model I spend way to much time focusing on my looks kind of way. His eyes however were ugly narrow slits that regarded every thing with contempt and then sent her a leering smirk.

“Hello Elise” He purred in what he thought was a sexy voice “I trust your enjoying the party” He said grabbing her hand and pulling her slightly away from the chatting parents.

“How about you and I get out of here” He said patting his pocket “I have some special party favors that you and I can take and really have a good time what do you say baby?” He said getting dangerously close to her.

Marcus saw this and his eyes narrowed he moved stopping when he could see her and crossing his arms. He sent her a look a look that clearly said I got your back if you need it.

 

[grdybiwife]

"For someone who wants so desperately to get in my pants, one would think you would have the presence of mind to at least remember my name," Elle said casually, as she stepped away from him, slipped her hand from his with a simple flex of her fingers. "As for your party favors, I try to avoid being ruffied if I can help it...oh and that reminds me. How was rehab? Second attempt was it? Third?"

As usual Elled did her best to keep her smile as sweet as possible, even as she insulted him. The look on his face was priceless. She'd known Jack for years, since high school at least and they never really got along. But since his father joined the hotel's board of director's five years ago, it seemed Elle couldn't get rid of him. And still he didn't take the hint.

Even now he fixed her with that cocky smirk she hated so much and it took ever ounce of control in her body not to cold cock him. Then she saw Marcus, watching from a distance and the look on his face was murderous to say the least.

"You've always been such a smug bitch," he said, bringing her eyes back to him and still she smiled.

"Takes one to know one." was her shrugging reply and Jack's nostrils flared a little but other than that he showed no reaction to her insult.

"Such beauty is wasted on one so petty," he said and Elle actually laughed. Doubled over and put her hand on his chest. "It will fade and when it does, you'll be begging for my attention."

"Oh Jack," she said shaking her head, still laughing a little until she saw Marcus again and immediately sobered. It occurred to her that with no idea of what was being said, he might be getting the wrong idea about what was going on between her and Jack. "Nothing gives me more joy than imagining you holding your breath waiting for that day. Enjoy the party Jack, I'm sure there's no shortage of empty headed girls with loose morals around who might find a night with you entertaining. I'll be at the bar alone...and conscious," she said as she kissed both his cheeks and gave his shoulder a pat as she passed him.

She didn't go back to her father, unwilling to be made uncomfortable for turning down yet another of the younger Gutermoth's advances. She glanced Marcus's way and found his eyes still on her, but she gave no indication to what happened between her and Jack, just headed to the bar and ordered her usual Tom Collins.

 

[silvertongue217]

Marcus smug smile dropped his eyes widening as he watched her. It almost seemed like she was flirting with him but…. That wasn’t possible was it? After all he was every thing she hated wasn’t he? A snotty rich guy who just wanted her for her position and nothing more. Yet it seemed she was flirting with him which meant she actually was interested or more likely he was trying to get a rise out of him.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about that

He bit his lip watching as she walked over to the bar glancing his way. He offered her a polite nod before deciding he needed to get away for a while. He placed his small water down and turned quickly making his way down the dance floor and over to the hallway. He saw a few rich teenagers necking and ignored them instead shouldering his way into the restricted section. The Gala was empty on this side and he sighed making his way over to one of the big glass windows and staring out at the city.

“Got to get a hold of my self” He murmured pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing. She was still getting to him shaking him out of his professional stupor and the walls he so carefully constructed.

“What I need I a drink” He said wishing he had brought his flask. The world was a lot easier when he was steadily plying him self with alcohol. His sobriety was a joke hastily rushed into just to impress a girl he couldn’t have. He didn’t know what he thought was going to happen or why seeing her around some other guy got him so jealous.

Because he was falling for her

But he couldn’t be because while having sex and a tryst was one thing falling for the person was another. It was an Aladdin type situation she was so far out of his league that there wasn’t even a remotely possible chance. Yet his mind refused to accept that instead racing a mile a minut as he thought of her.

 

[grdybiwife]

Elle watched him walk off, his shoulders slumped, hands in his pockets as he crossed the dance floor and left the party all together. It was clear he'd gotten the wrong idea and even if she was fighting tooth and nail against what Marcus wanted, Elle couldn't allow him to believe she was at all interested in Jack, or anything he represented.

She left her drink and followed him out to the quiet of the roped off exhibits. Off limits to the general public for the evening but of course that didn't apply to Elle. She thought it might be a good idea to get away from all the flash and glamour. To show Marcus that though this scene was a part of her world, it wasn't nearly as important as it might have seemed.

"Some view isn't," she said quietly as she stepped up beside him, deciding on honest for the moment. She kept her eyes on the lights outside, being careful not to stand too close in case someone was watching. Close enough to feel the slight tremor of his hands tucked in his pockets, and that made her realize that she hadn't seen his flask at all today. And she hadn't seen him drink anything but water. Elle thought that had to mean something.

"You haven't had a drink since last night have you," she asked, unable to keep the smile off her face, and slipped her hand around his elbow. "So aside from the shaky hands I bet you've got a killer headache right now that being stuck here in this awful tux isn't helping. And I thought I was having a terrible time, I'm glad I kept my complaints to myself."

 

[silvertongue217]

“I’m fine” He said looking over at her and giving a slight smile “I didn’t think you would be interested in a drunk” He said deciding on honesty though had he ever given her some thing else?

“If your worried about me thinking you have some sort of hard on for the other guy your okay” He said looking out at the window and the city “even you would know better than to get involved with that slime bag no matter what daddy might think” He remarked looking at her a small smile crossing his face.

He turned looking back out at the city for several minutes

“I miss the favela” He finally admitted continuing to look out “I was more of your partner in that world” He said before wincing at how needy he sounded.

“Sorry” He said sighing “I don’t know what’s come over me with you you have a way of making me very very honest” He said turning and smiling at her clearly wanting to kiss her.

“Its just easier out there” He remarked looking her up and down “though I couldn’t imagine you wearing some thing like that in the Favela you look absolutely” He trailed off breathing her in.

“Breathtaking”

 

[grdybiwife]

"It was a drunk who dug a bullet out of my leg and stitched me up...stitched that are still holding up I might add," she said with a smile to match his and leaned a little closer to him, her head almost on his shoulder. "I think it's you who doesn't want to be a drunk anymore, and I find that admirable."

"As for that asshole," she said with a snort at the mention of her interaction with Jack. "Papa doesn't like it when I'm openly hostile in public, says it's bad for my image so I try to keep my face from telling the real story. Glad I didn't fool you."

When Marcus started talking about her other life, Elle did a quick glance around before she took his hand and pulled him deeper into the museum. A world away from the party, all the lights were off save the spotlights directed at each work of art. The only sound was there footsteps clicking against the marble floors until she found a bench near the window and pulled him down beside her. And she didn't let go of his hand.

“I miss the favela. I was more of your partner in that world...Sorry...I don’t know what’s come over me with you you have a way of making me very very honest.”


"If you really want to be my partner Marcus you have to figure a way to navigate this world just as well as the other one. You have no idea how distracting it is for me to look up and see you brooding in a corner. And if my father noticed you left me alone, you'd be out of a job." She chuckled at that and lean her head on his shoulder. "Though that could be a gift and a curse all wrapped in one."

“Its just easier out there, though I couldn’t imagine you wearing some thing like that in the Favela you look absolutely...Breathtaking.”

And for that she kissed him, it was quick and chaste but still it was more than she should have given him out in the open. No matter how alone she felt, Elle knew better but she couldn't help it. There was no other appropriate response to be called breathtaking from someone you knew meant it sincerely.

"Thank you," she said with a grin as she pulled away, though her palm linger on his face a moment before she stood. "And stubble or not, in a room full of men dressed exactly alike, you do well standing out. I thought Isabella was gonna throw her panties at you," she said with a little giggle, oddly comfortable with the moment they just shared. She didn't know how long it would last, but Elle enjoyed it nonetheless. "What's say we try this again, shall we?"

 

[silvertongue217]

“I guess” He said making a face and getting up threading their arms together “and it isn’t that I cant navigate I its just I am at a handicap” He reminded her beginning to walk back towards the gala “I can navigate it but I cant be a part of it with you not when I am the hired help” He reminded her stopping her right before they went back to the party.

“Don’t fill up to much” He said making a nod at the party and letting her go knowing they couldn’t be seen appearing out of the dark with one another lest some one talk “I have a surprise for you afterwards when I take you home for the night” He said dipping his head down to kiss her hand before letting go of it and nodding towards the party.

He waited a suitable ten minutes before coming back out. He nodded at some of the passerby’s and immediately found her next to her father. He walked over ignoring the looks he got and bringing the two of them a glass of champagne.

“Sir” He said handing him a glass “and for you Elle” He said handing her the glass and turning to smile at the people they were talking to. He noticed the woman do a double take and appreciative glance at his form and flashed her a charming smile before turning to the man.

“Are you Mr. Ducard?” Marcus asked “Of Ducard towers? It’s a pleasure to met a business man of such caliber”

“Ah the man knows the greats” Mr. Ducard said shooting Mr. Archambault a superior smirk “good to see you have a few good heads in that hotel business of yours!”

“I’m actually Ms. Archambault’s protector” Marcus said nodding his head at Elle “And weren’t you out bided on your last property by Mr. Archambault? I seem to remember he came on top of that one sir”

Mr. Ducard’s smile waned and he made an excuse leaving with his wife who was still checking out Marcus. Marcus ignored it and turned giving his employer a polite nod before turning to Elle.

“Mr. Archambault if you don’t mind I noticed Elle hasn’t had a chance to dance yet I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind me taking her out on the dance floor with your permission of course” He said hopefully.

 

[grdybiwife]

"I appreciate your formality young man but you've been around my daughter long enough to know that even if I demanded it, the decision would still be hers," her father said with a raised eyebrow, until Elle gave him a playful shove.

"Daddy," she pouted a little, making her father laugh a little, though he kept his eye on Marcus. "Don't make me sound so difficult."

"But you are my dear...just like your mother, didn't make me love her any less," he said finally smiling at Elle. He took her glass and kissed her cheek. "Go have fun Princess...but not too much," he said, the last with a pointed look at Marcus.

"That was pretty smooth by the way. Recognizing the competition and stroking my father's ego all at once. I'm impressed," she said once they were on the floor and she put her hand on Marcus's strong shoulder, stepped in close. By the way he moved his hips the night before, Elle expected he could dance but not like this. It wasn't like they were at some night club playing the latest dance music. This wasn't that type of crowd. Sure there had been the occasional old samba standard but they missed that part, now there was just droning waltz music and they were the youngest people of the floor.

 

[silvertongue217]

“Well I try” Marcus said pretending to be dry even though his eyes shone with humor. He soon proved to be an excellent dancer moving through the crowd so skillfully a crowd was soon gathering. He ignored it however instead locking eyes with her. Some would talk about the look he gave her but he didn’t care instead getting lost in the music with her a they danced across the floor. He spun her a few times watching her dress billowing before dipping her just a the music ended.

Every one clapped and he brought her up making a show of bowing and kissing her hand before turning and giving another little bow. He flashed her a sly wink and took her hand spinning her another time before bringing her back to her father.

“Sir thank you” He said smiling at him “It’s been a while since I’ve danced like that” he told him before turning to her “hopefully we can dance again Ms. Archambault you are quite the dancer”

 

[grdybiwife]

"That must have come from some auxiliary training," Alexander said, raising his glass to Marcus. Elle on the other hand was too busy blushing to do anything but nod, and her reaction wasn't lost on her father. He raised an eyebrow when she finally turned away from her bodyguard's retreating back and chuckled a little. "Well someone seems smitten...uh uh uh my dear, spare me your back pedaling. That look in your eye says it all. Even if I didn't see you disappear after him then return, conspicuously separate. You're fooling no one Audreyelle. Just be careful fraternizing with the help."

"I hate it when you say things like that Daddy," she said, the disgust plain in her tone but her father merely shrugged.

"It is the way of the world we live in. You are a beautiful girl, intelligent, charming. Any man would be lucky to have you, just as any might seek to take advantage of your standing in this community for their own gain. You must be mindful of that. We are made of the same stuff but we are by no means equals, and you mustn't forget that."

"Well you know how to ruin a lovely evening Papa," she said as she leaned up to kiss his cheek. "If you're done dispensing your unsolicited advice, I think I'll be off..."

"Oh come on Princess I'm just telling you to be careful. Don't be like that."

"I heard you Daddy. Loud and clear," she said as she turned to leave him, but he caught her elbow.

"I just want you to be safe Princess, that's all. Don't be cross."

"It was just a dance, and it was impressive but that's all. You force this guy on me, then chastise me for trying to find some enjoyment in him being my shadow. That just doesn't make any sense. What do you think I'm some kind of bimbo who might be swayed by a few nice moves on the dance floor," she said in a harsh whisper, making sure to keep a small smile on her face. "Call me intelligent but imply that I'm foolish, why shouldn't I be cross?"

And with that she left him, for real this time. He didn't try to stop her. Elle grabbed two glasses of champagne from a waiter as he passed and downed both before she passed another with an empty tray.

"I'll see you for dinner on Sunday," her father shouted after her. Elle gave him a thumbs up without turning as she moved in Marcus's direction, trying her best to keep the aggravation out of her face

 

[silvertongue217]

He watched frowning as he noticed the tension between the two. His little stunt on the dance floor must have caused it he reasoned which made him angry. He was after all only dancing with her, he hadn’t expected her father to have a problem with it. It must have been the intention they rose he reasoned.

Either that or he didn’t much care for Marcus

He saw her coming noticing that she was clearly agitated. He shot his boss and apologetic look and escorted her out clearly noting she wanted to leave.

“I am sorry” He said pulling off his tux jacket and putting it on her shoulders “I wasn’t trying to cause waves I didn’t think he would care if we danced” He said bringing her over to the Lim and opening the door waiting for her to get in and before joining her. The limo promptly pulled out making the short distance back to the hotel. He watched her warily biting his lip unsure of how her mood was. Or if she would still b interested in his surprise.

 

[grdybiwife]

estate

"It wasn't you," she said, staring out the window, already feeling herself being drawn out of the funk her father put her in being alone with Marcus again. "I hate it when he treats me like I'm some idiot who can't make my own decisions...but enough about him. You said something about a surprise," she said with a smile, finally looking over at him as the limo pulled up in front of the hotel. "I love surprises but it better be a good one," she said as the driver came around to open the door.

Again she took Marcus's arm and allowed him escort her upstairs. There were no private elevators from the lobby so they weren't alone until they reached the penthouse level when you had to use a key to continue to the upper floors. There were only two residences on the top floor, hers and her father's though Mr. Archambault hadn't made use of his own since Elle moved out. He preferred his estate in a gated community just outside the city. Even if they were alone in the short hallway, Elle didn't want to risk the cameras capturing any interactions between them and hurried into her apartment.

She fought the urge to kiss him, instead smiled and said, "So I imagine the surprise might allow for more casual attire than what we have on...then again what you were wearing before wasn't exactly casual either. Oh well, gimme a few minutes so I can make myself feel normal again."

Elle opened her clutch as she stepped closer to him, leaned up and kissed him on the cheek as she discreetly shoved something into his pocket. "I won't be long," she said with a smirk as she went off to her bedroom. This time she left her door open and made sure she stayed sure she could still see down into the living room as she undressed, knowing that if she could see him then he could see her.

 

[silvertongue217]

He didn’t say any ting about he father sensing that she simply need to get it off her chest more than she needed him to comment. He still had no doubt that he was the topic of their conversation which meant her father could probably wager a guess as to the romance that was building. Marcus felt a bolt of fear at that wondering if it would lead to him firing him. He couldn’t be sure and the thought of not bing there to protect her sent a bolt of fear through him. He would have to leave Rio as well and her behind….

He stopped thinking about it instead settling himself in the here and now. He wanted the time with her no needed it after the long day apart not only was he literally throbbing with need but he also simply missed her. He walked with her into her apartment giving her hand a squeeze and shooting her a curious look s she left and put some thing into his pocket.

He pulled it out realizing it was her panties. He felt his cock throb and twitch inside of his pants and groaned shooting her a look that said your killing me. He brought them up to his nose and inhaled her scent making sure she could see what he was doing before pocketing them. He raised an eyebrow and unbuttoned his tux revealing his muscular scarred chest. His pants came next kicked into a corner until he was clad only in a pair of tight black boxers.

With a sizable bulge

He winked at her and turned heading into the kitchen. He sighed in relief as he saw his request to have it stocked had managed to get through. He began cooking getting to steaks grilling in a skillet and steaming some rice. He played some sexy mood music as he worked in the kitchen moving his body as he cooked for her.

 

[grdybiwife]

Unfortunately Marcus didn't take her invitation, even if she watched him strip down to his boxers the disappear under the stairs. At first she was a little curious as to what he might be up to until she head the sizzle of meat on the grill. Elle figured that his surprise might involve a night out to some unsavory bar that they would no doubt enjoy more than the gala but this seemed like a much better idea and she was grinning again.

"What can't he do," she mumbled to herself as she slipped on a t-shirt style nightgown. It was nothing special, heather gray and fell just below her ass. But if she bent over, which she had no doubt she would, there would be nothing to block the sight of her bare ass. After she took down her hair and washed off all the makeup, Elle stepped into her fluffy slippers and headed back downstairs.

She watched him a moment before she went into the kitchen, admiring his body and the way he moved around the kitchen. Enjoying the smell of whatever he was cooking. When she finally did creep up behind him, Elle found it difficult not to wrap her arms around him. She didn't fight it, ran her hands slowly around his sides and locked her fingers at his stomach. Kissed the back of his neck before she asked, "So is this my surprise?"

 

[silvertongue217]

“Why yes yes it is” Marcus said turning running his eyes up and down her frame and giving her a appreciative smirk before picking her up. He was waiting on the food so he sat her down on the counter giving her a deep passionate kiss. He deepened it his tongue sliding into her mouth as his hands grasped her back bunching the shirt up and giving her a deep passionate growl.

“I figured you would like a home cooked meal” He said turning shaking his ass a little at her as he checked on the ride. He made sure the steak was cooked and set it down chopping in to decent enough pieces before moving to the veggies “hope you like stir fry” He said checking it once more before turning and running his hands up and down her leg.

“Been waiting to touch you all day” He murmured giving her a deep kiss and sighing in pleasure. He touched their foreheads together and smiled before releasing her and putting the finishing touches on their dinner. He pulled out the fruit and chocolate and let it chill before scoping up the veggies rice and steak and mixing them. He sprinkled some fresh herbs and spices on it and turned handing her one plate before taking his own.

“So was it a good surprise?” He asked sitting down and pulling her against him nibbling on her neck.