Millionaire's Society Mistress (11 page)

After showering, Fiona had chosen a blue sleeveless cocktail dress, before pulling her hair into a tall knot using the clips that had been provided with the dress. She had taken care with her makeup, adding some drama to her lovely eyes, thankful for the lessons that her friend, an aspiring model had given her. Pulling on the dress, the simplicity of it allowing her own wonderful figure to be seen at its best, the skirt falling in shimmering folds around her feet, she had stood by the mirror. Slipping on the delicate heels she had taken a final look at herself smiling with satisfaction.

Craig who had already dressed while she was in the shower had moved into the living room, answering emails on his phone, his concentration on the small device as she had walked in. Hearing her footsteps he had looked up, a large smile filling his handsome features.

“Well well Miss Campbell…you can carry off classy every bit as well as tarty” Fiona holding back the laugh at his obvious reference to the previous day. Her eyes however, had slipped over him a small lump rising to her throat at how handsome he looked wearing the tuxedo.

“You…look really nice” she had whispered softly, Craig smiling seeing the way she was trying not to stare at him, just as he was her as he had taken her arm leading her to the waiting car.

The evening had been a magical one for Fiona, as they had enjoyed a delicious meal sitting in the rotating restaurant with the whole city below them. The show later had only added to the magic of the night, Fiona enjoying the show as had Craig who had gained so much pleasure in the little things. The way that she would lean over to him including him in some little insight making him smile, her comments often making him laugh. As they had returned home, he had known that he had had a great night, flicking a look at Fiona knowing why it had been so enjoyable.

As they had returned to the hotel, he had taken her into his arms gently kissing her cheek

“I had a wonderful night” she nodding, her eyes sparkling, as in an almost involuntary action her eyes had fallen to his mouth Craig cupping her cheeks with his hands

“You were wonderful” he had whispered tilting her head as their eyes had met, his eyes drinking in everything about her face, the way her nose had tilted slightly in the cutest way, dimples appearing as she had smiled, groaning softly as their lips had met, raw need filling them both.

Sweeping her into his arms he had moved into the bedroom, placing her onto the large bed as though she were fine china as his mouth had explored the softness of her creamy neck and shoulders, Fiona pushing the jacket from him in the need for this man.

Whimpering she had whispered his name, her voice sending shivers through him as he had pulled back to look down on her, a strange look in his eyes

“You are driving me crazy Fiona Campbell” his voice sending tremors down her back as she had stroked his cheek, biting her lip softly before dropping her arms above her head, arching her back against him her voice almost a purr as she had chuckled

“Then prove it to me Mr Thompson”

Craig with a small manly growl doing exactly that.

Waking the next morning Fiona had stretched languorously along the soft smooth sheets instantly remembering where she was as she had turned to see Craig, so serene in sleep. Pausing for a few seconds she had watched his handsome features, her eyes sliding down to the hair splattered chest once more feeling the licking flames of desire rise within her. Moving from the bed she had smiled

“You are turning into such a hussy” she had joked softly to herself, pulling on his t-shirt, the clothing falling to her knees, his smell engulfing her. Moving over to the large window she had this time taken in the hustle and bustle of the Parisien City below in the daylight. With excitement boiling deep within she had grinned at where she was. Not in Scotland, but in Paris. Paris the city of love. Frowning softly she had looked back over to where he still slept. This was not love she had reminded herself, a small smile lighting her lovely lips seeing the discarded expensive clothes from their frenzied need for each other the night before. Moving to lift the clothes and place them on hangers she had felt the wide grin on her face. No it was certainly not love, but it was not bad either.

As she had finished putting away the clothing she had heard him stir, once more sliding into the bed beside him. This time as he had woken, blinking from the light which now flooded the room, it was Fiona who had looked down at him, her lovely eyes twinkling with happiness.

“Good morning” she had whispered seductively as he had lain on his back, surprised as she had moved over him, straddling him his hands resting on her thighs as he too had smiled

“Good morning to you too” his eyes slowly covering every inch of her, a small chuckle on his lips

“Now I believe that this is my t-shirt Miss Campbell” his tone sensual as she had nodded, her lips curved in a heart stopping smile

“I believe that it is Mr Thompson” her reply as he had smiled widely, in one move pulling it back over her head

“Well I think I want it back” before discarding it, as sitting up his arms had wrapped around her waist pulling her in harder to him. Squealing loudly she had wrapped hers around his neck, a look of mock shock flitting over her face

“What do you intend doing kind sir” his laugh more evil as he had flipped her onto her back, his mouth descending to hers

“Oh there is not a lot I don’t intend doing” he had laughed back as once more the two had lost themselves in the desire for the other.

An hour later, she had lain in his arms, her head resting on his chest, listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart as their fingers had entwined. Kissing her forehead softly he had given a soft sigh.

“OK…what do you want to do today? We could call for room service for breakfast and later shop till we can shop no more”

Moving to sit up she had looked back at him with surprise.

“Shopping? We are in Paris… and you want to shop?”

Giving a small frown of surprise he had regarded her

“I thought all women loved shopping?” a small teasing note to his voice as she had given a small pfft sound, her eyes sparkling

“I have never been here before….can we see the sites? I so want to see the Eiffel tower…Notre Dame…the Champs-Élysées…..Oh……Versailles! “

Craig throwing his arms around her again laughing

“Oh my God…it sounds exhausting” hearing as she had laughed beside him

“And….can we start by going to a French coffee shop for breakfast? I have always dreamt of eating croissants and coffee in a real French patisserie”

Beside him she had felt him nod, not seeing the way he had smiled at her infectious excitement of the city. Craig had been to Paris on several visits, some for business some even for pleasure. However, he had not really taken the time to explore the city’s many wonderful sights, merely glancing at them as they had passed by. His dates had preferred to spend his money on clothes and jewellery and suddenly the thought of wandering around and exploring had filled him with a strange sense of anticipation.

In bed that night, Craig had listened as her breathing had become deeper, his arms once more wrapped around her naked body. That body that he seemed never to be growing tired of. The day had been one of the best he could ever remember, Fiona’s wonder at everything giving him so much unexpected pleasure.

Starting with their croissant in the quaint and so French patisserie where they had poured over flyers of the different tourist spots, she making a long list of the sites that they would see in a logical order for efficiency as she had put it, Craig laughing at her need to organise.

However, he had enjoyed wandering around Notre Dame, the architecture and stain glass windows exquisite. Fiona had produced a digital camera, and soon he was mocking her with the amount of pictures she had taken, some with the two of them as they had stood beside well known landmarks. The trip down the Seine had been both cold and relaxing, both leaning against the railings, hugging each other for warmth. All the while she had chatted, so open and natural about everything, Craig finding himself opening up more to her too, the two laughing the whole time as she had told him silly jokes and he had responded with some of his own, never tiring of her large smile and musical laugh.

As they had moved from site to site she had bought small gifts for Scott, the kids and her friends, Craig groaning seeing some of the tat she had insisted on purchasing declaring them to be memories as he had rolled his eyes heavenward.

At lunchtime they had found themselves in the large shopping mall, Fiona giving him a wicked smile.

“OK…one hour…see who can find the tackiest French souvenir” Craig looking back with bright eyes

“Are you challenging me!” her face smiling as she had grinned the two of them moving off in different directions on their quest, Craig hardly believing the amount of fun the small quest was giving him.

Exactly an hour later the two had met back in the food court, he raising an eyebrow at the many bags she had carried

“Just how many tacky things did you find?” he had laughed her smile quizzical and mysterious as she had hummed softly pulling the bags away as he had tried to peek inside one.

“No, no, no” sitting down, her chin resting on her hands

“Well? What did you find?”

Craig remembering as he had sat smugly across from her producing his spoils, a small vase with a picture of the Eiffel tower and a pen with a wiggly Quasimodo top.

“Beat that Campbell” as she had pulled out her own, Craig groaning at seeing the thimble with a beret wearing Mickey Mouse and a spoon with a plastic Eiffel tower as the handle

Bowing softly he had admitted defeat

“You win…you are truly the queen of tat” Fiona bursting out laughing.

Pulling her in closer he had kissed her head as his eyes had closed also, a smile playing on his mouth. It had been a great day.

The next morning Fiona had woken early, turning to see the clock showing seven, biting her lip with barely concealed excitement. Gently pushing Craig till he had groggily woken, his eyes blinking open, she had stretched beside him, faking having just woken up.

“Mmmmm…Is it that time?” she had whispered softly seeing as he had raised himself a small frown creasing his handsome brow, his voice still so sleepy as he had dropped back down onto the pillow

“It’s too early” he had groaned softly “go back to sleep for a few hours” Fiona sitting bolt upright, Craig looking at her in confusion”

“W…what’s up?” his sleepy tone concerned as she had flipped onto her knees, her lovely eyes sparkling brightly.

“It’s Christmas Craig….It’s Christmas” he feeling as the sheets had been thrown aside, Fiona pulling on his t-shirt as she had stood by the side of the bed bouncing excitedly from foot to foot.

Rising also he had reluctantly stood up, his face questioning.

“But…it’s early…….”

Just managing to pull on his boxing shorts as she had grabbed his hand dragging him from the bedroom to the living room, quickly putting the lights on the tree as she had knelt before it her wonderful smile making her radiant.

“Oh…looks like Santa has been” she had chuckled, Craig flopping down beside her. Hearing this he had felt himself sit up with interest, grinning back.

“You got presents” Fiona chuckling

“You don’t really think that it would take me an hour to beat you at tat for tat” he giving her a smile

“You sneaky little thing”

She inclining her head before delving under the tree and pulling out a box, quickly handing it to him, a shy smile on her face

“It’s not much….but”

Craig taking it before ripping at the paper, strange warmth filling him before laughing seeing the two large silver bookends, looking at her in surprise.

“I noticed in the library in your house…your books were all kind of falling over the table…thought it might help you sort them…and be a reminder of Christmas”

He had smiled in thanks, looking more closely.

One end the Eiffel tower had not surprised him but the other had seen him look up

“The statue of liberty?” his eyes questioning as she had grinned broadly

“Oh yes….your lady liberty is a French chick” she had chuckled, “a present from Francais”.

Holding up her hand she had laughed again

“OK…not impressed” again she had disappeared under the tree, her wiggling bottom making him wolf whistle softly as she had pulled out another present, Craig smiling happily

“Two pressies” taking it from her and again ripping the paper to reveal the book of poems , turning it over and smiling seeing the name of Robert Burns, his name everywhere in Scotland.

“I…thanks” his face genuinely happy as he had flipped through a few pages, reading a couple of the poems, the facing sheet breaking down the meaning of the words. Laughing he had looked up at her

“And I really appreciate the translated versions too” Fiona looking at him with laughter in her eyes.

“If you want to hold your own in a conversation with Bob MacKenzie…you better read a few of those, he is the Baird’s biggest fan”

Leaning forward he had kissed her mouth

“I love them Fiona…you shouldn’t have”, Fiona looking shyly back at him muttering something about “Christmas”, not sure why his use of the word “love” should be sending strange tremors through her.

Standing, he had told her to stay as she was a mischievous look on his face before he had returned from their room, his hand behind his back as she had tried to look around him.

With a sigh he had rejoined her, pulling the long box from behind him

“I only got you one thing”

Fiona taking the gift from him, eyes so bright as she had like him ripped the paper from it, seeing the long velvet jewellery box. Opening it she had gasped in surprise.

“Oh Craig….I…it’s beautiful” his fingers taking the diamond tennis bracelet from the box and fastening it around her small wrist, Fiona groaning even as her eyes had watched the way the light sparkled as it hit the facets of diamonds.

“I’m glad that you like it” his voice soft and low “I don’t need an hour to find tat either”