Forgive Us Lord, We Feel A Sin Coming On - Part 5
Cherie turned to the door with a light smile on her face. It broke the imagery that played in his mind of her prancing across a sun soaked meadow towards his waiting embrace. Armand sighed.
“Your study,” Cherie said as she opened it and moved aside. She gestured for Armand to enter first.
He took a step inside. Two long windows were set into the far wall, nearly floor to ceiling which was twelve foot high. The right wall was all bookshelves from floor ceiling. A desk was on the left side of the room. A long jacquard couch in burgundy and two winged back chairs of black damask sat on the right side of the room.
“This was my study. I’ll be sharing a study with my sister now. I voluntarily gave it up for you. I hope you like the decor,” Cherie told Armand.
“It’s wonderful,” he said softly to her. “We must have similar taste because it is perfect.”
Cherie blushed and looked away from his gaze. Armand walked around the room for a bit. When he was near the door, he closed it.
“I have some questions I’m hoping you can answer,” he stated moving around the study again. He went to the shelf and looked at some of the books.
“I will answer to the best of my ability,” she said.
“All these women are willing to do anything for me?” he asked.
“Yes, as long as they consent,” she answered. “Remember, that is stated in our agreement. Allow me to use myself as an example. I am not only a liaison, I’m also your valet, for lack of a better word since we are all female here.”
“My valet?” he questioned rhetorically. A small smile stretched his lips. “My personal servant?”
He nodded as he walked to the couch and ran his hand along the back of it.
“I have other rules about my study,” he said in a dark voice as he came closer to Cherie. He walked around her. “When the door is shut, no one must enter without knocking, and what is said or whatever happens in my study is not to be repeated outside these walls.”
Armand was standing rather closely behind now her talking into her ear. She turned her head slightly in his direction.
“Of course. I’ll make sure my sister knows to add it to the terms of the agreement. I’m sure you’ll want that in writing,” she said.
He brushed her long red hair off her neck. He could hear her breath catch. A small smile graced his lips.
“You know me so well,” he whispered into her ear.
“I’ve been watching you for some time. I know more than you think,” she returned. He placed his hands on her waist.
“Do you?” he breathed on her skin. He bent his head to kiss the exposed skin in the crook of her neck.
“Armand,” she breathed out.
“Should I stop?” he asked quietly.
“No,” she said suddenly.
He continued to press his lips along her neck and behind her ear. Cherie sighed.