Episode5
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Leaning full and hard into his kiss, a ravenous Katherine wrapped her arms around Xavier’s broad shoulders as their wet tongues danced a decadent tango that stole her breath. She released a frustrated moan seconds later as her lover broke their kiss, drawing back to stare deep into her eyes as he held her hands between his. “Nobody’s sayin’ you have to stop,” she said on a heated whisper, taking a deep sustaining breath as she regarded her lover with narrowed, lust-filled eyes. Xavier’s answering laughter, only served to arouse her further. “And I don’t want to stop, my darling,” he assured her, adding as he met her desirous look with one of his own, “If you only knew the fantasies that are filling my head at this moment, Katherine…. You have no idea how much I want you.”
With these provocative words and a long last look that bespoke this emotion, Xavier finally released her hands and arose from the table. “I want to take this slowly, Kat, to really get to know you,” he told her, adding as he leaned forward to sear her lips with a swift but intense kiss, “So for now, my love, I bid you good night.” Katherine watched in a dreamlike haze as her mysterious dance partner disappeared into the crowd, seeming to merge perfectly with the night itself as the music continued to pound and pulsate from the very heart of the dance floor. Finally she arose quietly from his table and made her way back to her own, relieved to see that this evening’s session of The Cecily Fan Club finally had reached its fateful end; and that the lovely subject of all that unrestrained longing and pent up passion now sat alone at the head of the table. “Hey Cecily, you won’t believe what just happened,” she related with a grin, an expression that dissolved abruptly when her friend answered her with a deep, pronounced frown.
“Hey Cece, are you OK?” Kat asked her longtime friend, rushing to take the seat beside her at the table as she placed her hand square atop her slender shoulder. “I mean, I was a bit worried about you, over here alone with all of these lounge lizards, but Xavier swore that his guard would look after you….” “You mean his henchman,” Cecily interrupted her, adding as she shook her head from side to side, “I tell ya, Kat. As much as you may have been worried about me, I was far more concerned about you.” Kat shook her head. “Why?” she inquired, making a broad gesture toward the center of the club. “I was with Xavier Ambrose, the owner of the club.” Cecily rolled her eyes. “Exactly the reason behind my worry,” she asserted, adding as she leaned forward to look her confused friend directly in the eyes, “Don’t you know who he is?” Kat shrugged.
“Um, I dunno,” she offered in a caustic tone. “As far as I’ve been able to gather thus far, he is a gorgeous, charming, generous man who also happens to have more than a few bucks tucked away in the bank.” She paused here, adding as she threw a dramatic arm over two abnormally wide eyes, “Quelle horreur! How can I associate myself with such a hideous man and out and out loser?!” Cecily sighed. “Oh Ambrose is a looker all right, in addition to being very wealthy and successful,” she allowed, adding with a pointed glance in Katherine’s direction, “If they ever come up with a dating-themed television game show called Mafia Match Ups, I am sure that he would make an excellent, if not winning contestant.” Kat froze. “What did you just say?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Cecily nodded. “Oh, he probably told you all about his family’s multi-billion-dollar corporate empire, and about how his daddy, the amazing Michelangelo Ambrose, is the top exec on today’s business scene,” she allowed, adding in a lower tone, “What he might not tell you is that Daddy might not have used the most honest means to come by those many billions, and that he just may in fact be a Mafia Don.” Katherine shook her head. “Cecily, if this is your idea of a joke, then you should maybe shut your trap and leave the funny business to me,” she suggested, adding as she pinned her friend with a sharp sideways glance, “I just don’t see how you could be serious, considering that the gentleman I now have spent two evenings with ranks among the kindest and most courteous I’ve ever met.” Cecily snorted.
“Oh sure, those mafia guys are the nicest you’ll ever meet, as long as you play strict by their rules and look the other way when things don’t seem quite right,” she verified. “Just don’t try to cross or even disagree with your darling Don.” Kat had heard enough. “Just what proof do you have of what you’re saying?” she demanded. Cecily cleared her throat. “Well I’m not exactly going to continue discussing it here, in his club,” she insisted, adding as she rose from the table, “Just suffice it to say that it might be in your best interest to forget that you ever met Xavier Ambrose.”
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