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his arm under her leg and lifted it up, his hand removing hers from around his cock so that he could plunge it inside of her. He took her frantically, hard up against the wall, Madeline shuddering as the orgasm hit her fast, her arms around his neck holding onto him.
    He put her down and rearranged himself as she smoothed down her skirt and blouse. They walked back to the front of the restaurant her hand in his.
    Inside they were shown straight away to a table he had reserved amongst the diners already there. The cuisine was French and he helped her to decide what to order, explaining what the dishes were because the menu was all in French. He ordered in French and she suppressed the urge to laugh. He sounded so serious talking to the waiter.
    “You found that amusing?”
“Yes. I did. I’m sorry.” She said, laughing properly now.
    “You don’t laugh very much Madeline, it’s nice to see you smiling.”
    “What makes you happy?”She asked him.
    “Being here with you; pleasant company, classical music. My motorbike.”
“A motorbike, I didn’t know you had one?”
“Well you wouldn’t. Yes.”
“What type is it?”
    “Ducati. Very fast.” He smiled.
    “Wow. I’ve never been on one.”
“I’ll take you – well, not on that one, it wouldn’t be comfortable for you, but I have others. Quite a collection actually. I used to race. I rode in the TT a couple of times.”
“What’s that?”
“Famous Isle of Man race.”
    “Oh, I think I’ve heard of it. Isn’t it really dangerous?”
    “Someone dies every year sadly.”
“Why do it then?”
“For the challenge.”
“But you could be killed!”
“You don’t think about it, you just do it. There’s no other circuit like it.”
She had not pictured this refined businessman to be drawn to such dangerous pastimes.
    “What do you do Madeline, for thrills?”
    He really put her on the spot. She was uncomfortable talking about herself. In reality she didn’t do anything outside of her carefully controlled world, unless of course she counted infiltrating Daniel’s business to bring him down. But that was necessity; not something she had chosen to do for the thrill of it. Over the years she had perhaps imagined that revenge would thrill her. It had certainly driven her, shaped her. Now, she just felt deceitful and conflicted.
    “I don’t really.”
    “Nothing?”
    “No.” Unless you counted the sexual adventures she was now having with Daniel, never quite sure what he would do to her next.  It was a thrill beyond anything she could have dreamed of.
As though reading her thoughts, he said “We will have to change that then, won’t we?”  his eyes deep with meaning that reached her core.
    Was this part of him real? His aura was palpable, his presence unforgettable to all who encountered him. She had to try and remind herself that he had not maintained a multi-million dollar business without possessing the ability to charm and persuade.
    The food was delicious; an array of amazing dishes, and he carried the conversation flowingly through the courses. Utterly taken in with his stories and anecdotes, until he turned the conversation back to her and tried to press her about her years before the day they had met. She clammed up completely.
“I have a real headache coming on.”
“Would you like to get some fresh air? Would that help?”
“Yes, I think it would, thank you.”
    Daniel called the waiter over and paid the bill and they left the restaurant. The limo was outside but Daniel took her arm and they walked for a few blocks, the cool night air of the early autumn refreshing and relieving Maddy from having to lie to him anymore, just content that he was holding her arm beside her.
    “How is your head now?”
    “Better, thank you.”
    “Perhaps you should go home and get some sleep Madeline. I’ve had a wonderful evening with you. Let’s not spoil it.”
    “Ok.” She was confused by his comment.
    He called the driver and