Juliet awakens disoriented and freaked out as she slaps my face and starts kicking me frantically. People all around us are starting to wake up until I grab her feet and force her to look at me.
“It’s me, Juliet. It’s Marcel.” Finally it registers and her eyes go wide.
“Marcel?” She looks like she might cry again.
“Come on,” I offer her my hand and she lifts herself up from the floor but it looks like it’s a pretty painful move as she rolls the kinks out of her body.
“What’s going on?” she asks.
“I have a better place for you to sleep,” I tell her.
Seriously what the fuck am I doing?
Not only is she half my age, she’s twice as sparkling and beautiful. She deserves a nice man to whisk her off her feet, not a Grinch. I tell myself it’s just one more night. No fucking, just vegan food, and sleep. She sort of hobbles by my side and I’m tempted to carry her bridal style, but the lounge isn’t that muchfurther. Since she’s so sleepy, she doesn’t say anything on our trek across the airport.
When we get to the lounge the attendant lets us in and I take her up the elevator to the executive section.
“Fancy,” she manages to say with a smile.
“I couldn’t let you sleep on the floor when I had this,” I finally confess.
“You’re rich enough to afford it, Marcel. I’m not, I understand.” She yawns as the elevator doors open and bring us to the lounge where I stand for a moment. Since it is nearly midnight only one other couple is in the dining room.
“They have vegan food. It’s included in the price of the first class ticket, and I have a feeling you might be starving.” By the sparkle in her eyes, I’m not wrong.
“I am a little hungry. What do you think they have at this hour?” She bites her lip and by that I can tell she’s beyond a little anything ...
“Well, let’s have a seat and find out.” We sit and the waiter comes. “What are your vegan options?” I ask, expecting nothing to sound good, but I’m pleasantly surprised.
“We have mac-n-cheese with truffle oil, a soy-based cheese, roasted garlic, thyme, and almond cream base. We also have a vegan duck souffle with basil and lime, the duck is plant-based and grilled. I have to say, it’s quite nice, very tender, and flavorful. And then we also have a chickpea bowl with legumes, tree nuts, and a sweet onion sauce.”
I look at Juliet and her eyes are wide with delight.
“Which one would you get?” She gives me a questioning glance as if I had any clue.
“Chérie, you’re the vegan, but the duck sounds nice.”
A little smile dances across her face and she nods. “Okay. I’ll have that.” She looks genuinely delighted.
“And I’ll have your best champagne; do you want a glass of wine or something else?” I ask since she hasn’t ordered anything to drink.
“Just water,” her smile remains bright. “I need to re-hydrate.”
“Oh, yes you do,” I make light of the fact that a few hours ago I was balls deep inside of her rocking one of the most explosive orgasms I’ve ever had. Which reminds me that I have to engage in a very uncomfortable conversation with her about birth control. While I was able to pull out at the end of my climax, I guarantee some of my swimmers made it in.
“So, why did you come get me?” she asks, taking a breadstick from the basket on our table.
“I have a room and a very large bed. The idea of you being out there with the masses broke my heart.”
“That’s sweet, Marcel. I thought I wasn’t going to see you again. It’s nice to have a little more time.” She is definitely guarding her heart as she is overly polite and diplomatic.
“It is nice. So. I have question I should asked you before I popped your cherry.” Crass though it may be, I’m trying to keep the conversation light.
“About?” She now looks worried.
“Birth control. Do we need to contact the airport infirmary for an emergency contraception?” Though I am dreading the answer, there are a few solutions to the problem, even in blizzard conditions.
“We’re good.” She gave me a thumbs up and I visibly exhaled.
