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Post by Scarlett Booth on Jan 23, 2008 17:41:51 GMT -5
Monsieur. *She curtsied politely.* I came to tell you that I must go away for a few days, for my godmother's son's christening.
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Post by Valmont on Jan 23, 2008 17:45:17 GMT -5
*Valmont frowned.*
"Your godmother's son? What is that to me? I employ you to keep my house, and quite handsomely. What am I supposed to do while you're away, hmm?"
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Jan 23, 2008 17:49:50 GMT -5
I believe the hotel will provide a maid to keep everything clean, monsieur.
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Post by Valmont on Jan 23, 2008 17:58:36 GMT -5
*Calm as always, Valmont eyed her up and down. He pursed his lips, and waited a dramatic amount of time.*
"Well. I can always find myself someone to see to my needs. Consider yourself replaced. And enjoy the christening."
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Jan 23, 2008 18:05:12 GMT -5
No, monsieur, wait. *She caught his arm quickly, her face showing her alarm.* Please, don't replace me, monsieur, I'll be back as soon as I can...
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Post by Valmont on Jan 24, 2008 23:00:45 GMT -5
*One fine eyebrow raised.*
"My. Such passion."
*He ran a finger down her cheek, following the curve of her neck, and down the fine bones of her chest to dip precariously under the neckline of her dress.*
"And what, pray tell, do you offer in return for such leniency on my part?"
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Jan 24, 2008 23:04:34 GMT -5
Anything, monsieur. Anything you want.
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Post by Valmont on Jan 25, 2008 11:26:13 GMT -5
*Valmont hid his smile, though it threatened at the corners of his mouth.*
"Anything?" *he murmured.* "Then here is the bargain: you may go, but only after you spend the next... oh, forty-five minutes with me."
*He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, his hand snaking out to pull her against him.*
"And enjoy it."
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Jan 25, 2008 17:39:01 GMT -5
As you wish, monsieur.
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Post by Valmont on Jan 26, 2008 1:28:14 GMT -5
*Valmont clucked his tongue in admonishment.*
"Now that's hardly the way to start."
*He pulled away, as if to study her.*
"You need to learn the fine art of being appreciated, I think. Which, in this context, will require rather less clothing. Take it off."
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Jan 28, 2008 16:10:45 GMT -5
((AHHH I didn't realize my reply a few days ago didn't go through- sorry!))
Of course, monsieur. *She stripped down quickly, her clothes pooling around her feet.*
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Post by Valmont on Jan 28, 2008 17:06:03 GMT -5
*No finesse. He sighed. They hardly ever did. Still, he leveled an appreciative gaze at her, his eyes skimming her from head to toe.*
"You're a lovely girl, Scarlett. How does it feel, to be looked at this way?"
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Jan 28, 2008 17:45:01 GMT -5
Um. *The truth was that she felt like livestock, but she couldn't exactly say that, could she?* Beautiful?
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Post by Valmont on Jan 28, 2008 17:53:57 GMT -5
*Valmont smiled tightly.*
"You don't believe that," *he said.* "And what's more, you're not making me believe it."
*He approached, his voice soft.*
"Your legs, for instance," *he said, reaching out with the tips of his fingers to trace them over the curve of her thigh.* "Beautiful. And your breasts." *His other hand touched her lightly there.*
"It's not about buying and selling. Not about meat. That's no fun at all. It's about beauty."
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Post by Valmont on Mar 24, 2008 16:00:03 GMT -5
*NEW DAY*
*After instructing the porter to bring up Valerie's absurd crates, Vamont led her gingerly to the stairs.*
"I hope you don't expect me to carry you."
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