and grabbed the phone as if her life depended on it. “Hello?”
"Bonjour, Sherry."
"Oh. Hi Marie." Sherry laughed, the tension sliding out of her. Even though Nick had said he wouldn’t call her anymore, she’d been worried it was him. “What’s up?”
"I am coming to see you."
"Umm, I’m not at the hotel.”
"Where are you and who are you with?" Marie asked curiously.
Sherry hesitated only a moment. "I'm at Rue Belgrade in the 7th district with Roberto."
"I'll come get you. And, young lady, you have some explaining to do."
Sherry laughed. "Okay mommy, call me when you're close."
"I'll be there within an hour,” Marie promised. “Au revoir."
"Au revoir,” Sherry replied, then hung up. She placed the phone in her purse, then noticed that Roberto was watching her curiously. "I hope you don't mind my friend coming to meet me here… I guess I should have asked first."
“It's alright with me,” Roberto said, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. “I guess we are done for today, then."
"We've had enough sex for a week," she pointed out with a smirk.
He smiled sincerely. "I could never have enough of you."
Touched, she leaned over and kissed him. "You’re so sweet. I need to take a shower,” she told him. She gathered up her clothes and started walking towards the bathroom.
"Do you want some company?" he called after her, only half-joking.
“No," she called back, and he heard a click as she closed the bathroom door behind her.
He got up off the bed and phoned Sophie to tell her the flat sherry selected, then threw on a robe and went to the kitchen to make something to eat. As he made turkey sandwiches he thought about Sherry. She was everything he was looking for in a woman; smart, sexy, and funny. He had been looking for a distraction until Simone came to her senses and crawled back to him, but now he wasn’t so sure he wanted that. Every time he tried to picture Simone in his mind, all he thought about was Sherry.
Sherry entered the kitchen wearing a retro dress; one of Simone’s outfits. "Do you care if I wear this?"
Roberto smiled as he studied Sherry. The dress fit snugly around her body, accentuating every dip and curve. "Take it; it looks better on you."
"You’re just saying that to be nice.” She rolled her eyes at him. “I'll give it back to you on Monday."
He meant every word; the erection that was springing up at the sight of her in that dress was proof, but since she was leaving he decided not to say anything. "I made you a turkey sandwich,” he said instead, handing it over on a plate with a glass of wine.”
"Thank you." She took it from him and sat down at the kitchen table before digging in.
"What are you and your friend going to do this evening?" he asked.
"We will probably go to a club." Sherry shrugged; she really hadn’t thought about it. It didn’t matter where they went as long as she spent time with her friend.
"Don't pick up any guys,” he teased, or at least he thought he was teasing—jealousy reared his ugly head as an image of Sherry with another man flickered in his mind.
"Are you the jealous type?" Sherry asked, arching her brows.
"No," Roberto answered, and it wasn’t a lie. He had never been the jealous type before she came around.
"Well, I'm not looking, so you don’t have to worry."
“That’s what you told me the first time I met you,” he pointed out. “Yet here you are.”
“That was an accident,” she said stiffly. “It’s not my fault you turned out to be my boss. I would have never seen you again otherwise.”
The buzzer went off, interrupting them, and Roberto pressed the button, his eyes still on Sherry. “Hello?”
"It's me Marie."
"I'll be right down," Sherry called, then rushed off to gather her purse and clothing. When she came back, Roberto was still eating his sandwich.
"Well… I guess this is goodbye," she said.
"Yeah.” Roberto swallowed before he spoke again. “Uh… I forgot to tell you I called
"Bonjour, Sherry."
"Oh. Hi Marie." Sherry laughed, the tension sliding out of her. Even though Nick had said he wouldn’t call her anymore, she’d been worried it was him. “What’s up?”
"I am coming to see you."
"Umm, I’m not at the hotel.”
"Where are you and who are you with?" Marie asked curiously.
Sherry hesitated only a moment. "I'm at Rue Belgrade in the 7th district with Roberto."
"I'll come get you. And, young lady, you have some explaining to do."
Sherry laughed. "Okay mommy, call me when you're close."
"I'll be there within an hour,” Marie promised. “Au revoir."
"Au revoir,” Sherry replied, then hung up. She placed the phone in her purse, then noticed that Roberto was watching her curiously. "I hope you don't mind my friend coming to meet me here… I guess I should have asked first."
“It's alright with me,” Roberto said, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. “I guess we are done for today, then."
"We've had enough sex for a week," she pointed out with a smirk.
He smiled sincerely. "I could never have enough of you."
Touched, she leaned over and kissed him. "You’re so sweet. I need to take a shower,” she told him. She gathered up her clothes and started walking towards the bathroom.
"Do you want some company?" he called after her, only half-joking.
“No," she called back, and he heard a click as she closed the bathroom door behind her.
He got up off the bed and phoned Sophie to tell her the flat sherry selected, then threw on a robe and went to the kitchen to make something to eat. As he made turkey sandwiches he thought about Sherry. She was everything he was looking for in a woman; smart, sexy, and funny. He had been looking for a distraction until Simone came to her senses and crawled back to him, but now he wasn’t so sure he wanted that. Every time he tried to picture Simone in his mind, all he thought about was Sherry.
Sherry entered the kitchen wearing a retro dress; one of Simone’s outfits. "Do you care if I wear this?"
Roberto smiled as he studied Sherry. The dress fit snugly around her body, accentuating every dip and curve. "Take it; it looks better on you."
"You’re just saying that to be nice.” She rolled her eyes at him. “I'll give it back to you on Monday."
He meant every word; the erection that was springing up at the sight of her in that dress was proof, but since she was leaving he decided not to say anything. "I made you a turkey sandwich,” he said instead, handing it over on a plate with a glass of wine.”
"Thank you." She took it from him and sat down at the kitchen table before digging in.
"What are you and your friend going to do this evening?" he asked.
"We will probably go to a club." Sherry shrugged; she really hadn’t thought about it. It didn’t matter where they went as long as she spent time with her friend.
"Don't pick up any guys,” he teased, or at least he thought he was teasing—jealousy reared his ugly head as an image of Sherry with another man flickered in his mind.
"Are you the jealous type?" Sherry asked, arching her brows.
"No," Roberto answered, and it wasn’t a lie. He had never been the jealous type before she came around.
"Well, I'm not looking, so you don’t have to worry."
“That’s what you told me the first time I met you,” he pointed out. “Yet here you are.”
“That was an accident,” she said stiffly. “It’s not my fault you turned out to be my boss. I would have never seen you again otherwise.”
The buzzer went off, interrupting them, and Roberto pressed the button, his eyes still on Sherry. “Hello?”
"It's me Marie."
"I'll be right down," Sherry called, then rushed off to gather her purse and clothing. When she came back, Roberto was still eating his sandwich.
"Well… I guess this is goodbye," she said.
"Yeah.” Roberto swallowed before he spoke again. “Uh… I forgot to tell you I called
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