"Fanny..." His voice trailed off but his eyes were still hot on hers as his fingers stroked her slowly, back and forth, moving down just enough for him to touch the top of her. her chest.

Her breath got stuck in her lungs.


She waits for him to move on and when he doesn't, she can't take it anymore.

"What?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

"The kiss just now..." Michel said slowly.


"And what about it?" She tried to ask.

"Is it your first time?" The look in his eyes intensifies, dilates them, and makes them a deeper brown.


Crazy emotions flashed through Fanny at his question.

She almost feels something that is almost shameful or humiliating, but those feelings won't quite take shape because of the sparkle she sees in Michel's eyes, the earnest expression on her face. he told her that he wouldn't be upset if his hypothesis was proven correct.

"Yes." She answered him simply.

Fingers moved up her hair and tightened on her scalp.

"So, did you have my first kiss?"

She swallowed.

"Other things..." She whispered.

And she knew he understood right away.

He also had her first orgasm.

Fanny could see Michel take a deep breath through his nose, a glint of something in his eyes.

Satisfaction.

"Why so?" His eyes fell again to her lips and Fanny felt the intense impact as a warm, sweet pain began to build up in her blood.

"Why have you never been kissed before?" He asks.

"Yes."

She didn't know exactly how to explain this.

At least not without revealing a lot about himself.

But when Fanny thought about it, she quickly came to the conclusion that she was ready to be physically intimate with him.

And if that's not a hard thing for her, why should her being emotionally intimate become such an issue?

"I guess... there's no place for that in my life."

His gaze left her lips and focused with hot intent on her once more.

"What does that mean?" He asks.

Her heart rate would increase even more if that was possible.

"My mother got sick when I was about twelve years old. And I took care of her pretty much until she passed away."

"How old were you when this happened?" His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed as he continued to question her as if it were his right.

Before, he didn't really pay much attention when he asked Carlos about her background check, but now it seems he wants to know every single detail.

"Seventeen. I guess that made me want to be a nurse. So then I focused on school and my dad. Not much interest in dating or anything." Fanny tried to clarify because she was having a hard time concentrating with her single masculine finger still stroking the top of her breasts.

"And no one ever asked you out? Interested?"

Fanny took her eyes off his as she recalled a few conversations she had with some boys at school and also at the hospital she worked at until recently.

"Fanny." Her name is a call for attention and she knows he's picked up on her body language.

She looked up and down as she played with the fabric of the dress.

"What?"

"You haven't answered my question yet?"

"No. I guess someone asked me out."

Why does she feel like she's a girl when she confesses?

"And I assume your answer is no?"

She nodded, swallowing.

Michel's expression grew even more intense.

"And you've never been interested in anyone? Ever thought of kissing someone?"

"I won't tell you that."

Michel's eyes flashed.

"That's right."

Fanny shook her head, embarrassed by his request so she quickly replied to him.

"No, I'm not."

"Tell me, Fanny!"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Just curious."

"I'm curious about you too. But I'm sure you won't answer my question." She replied, quite pleased to sound so nonchalant.

"Try me." He says.

She studied him silently, trying to work her nerves.

"Okay... What's going on here? What are we doing?"

His response was immediate.

"I don't know. Sit. Talk. Kiss. ​​I guess..."

"You guessed it." She replied with a hidden irritation.

"I don't know what else you want to hear." Michel turned, his eyes running up and down her body.

Fanny gulped at the look in her eyes and tried to stay on track with the conversation.

"It's just... what does this mean? There's a lot I don't understand."

"You don't have to understand it. It has nothing to do with you. You'd rather be naive than..."

"Innocent? Do you think I'm very naive?" Fanny frowned in bewilderment.

One corner of Michel raised a small smile at her comment.

"No. But just sitting on this couch with me shows that you're at least a little naive. And then there's the fact that I'm not just any guy. I'm the second-in-command. two of the Black Roses. You're just an innocent little nurse."

"And that means not questioning what's going on? We just... and you have a fiancé. I..."

"Farrah has nothing to do with this. I'm talking specifically about you and me." Michel knew in his heart that Fanny didn't know what it meant to be with someone like him.

And he wasn't about to tell her either.

She was so innocently sweet, he didn't want to ruin the moment.

He was able to sense how special she was, that she was kind and genuine.

But that doesn't mean he can have her.

Michel knew he couldn't before, but he'd never wanted one the same way he wanted her.

Tonight was just a small moment out of time that somehow fell into his lap.

And Michel wants to take advantage of that.

Not by taking advantage of her sex.

But this was probably the only time he got to talk to her for a long time, hold her in his arms, and bask in the addictive scent that surrounded her.

He understands he can't have her, but it will kill him when he has to go back to what he was supposed to do and forget about her.