The Maternalistic Maid {UNEDITED; BOOK 2}

Chapter 4: France

Vincent

France was better than England. At least for me, it was. I didn't have to abide by my parents and grandmother's wishes to keep myself in their good graces. I didn't have to cater to Melanie and make sure she was happy at all times. I didn't have to deal with the confusing disposition of the woman I slept with a month ago. I was essentially free to do as I pleased, to an extent, because I was still widely recognized as the Prince of Wales here. I couldn't go and just act a fool just because I was out of the country. Although, that didn't stop me from unintentionally flirting with other women.

Lance, Nettie, and I were at a wine tasting party that one of his investment partners from Italy was hosting. He was opening a winery in Paris and decided to invite a select number of people to taste the wine.

"Mmm... this is the one," Nettie said in bliss as she tasted the dark red wine.

"Would you say it's your favorite," Lance asked her as he took one long stride towards her, wrapping his arm around her waist.

"I would," she replied with a giggle. Even at 47 years old, he still made his wife giggle like a schoolgirl. It must be nice.

I turned away from them as they continued tasting the variety of wines. I had a glass of my own in my hand as I observed the small crowd of people. I tasted the bitter, warm liquid; enjoying the smooth feeling it had going down my throat.

"I suppose you are fond of the wine," a soft, feminine French accent suddenly said from beside me. I looked to my right to see a tall and slender woman with her dark hair neatly pulled up into a high, slick ponytail. I observed her entire model-like figure before my eyes caught her dark brown ones.

"I like the wine," I agreed with her before taking another sip of my wine. I watched her as I did so, taking in the lustful stare she was sending me. She was undressing me with her eyes and I was doing the same to her.

"I figured. You know, it's always good to indulge in some nice aged wine with some nice aged cheese. Hmm." She offered a fork with gruyère cheese on its tip.

I looked from her to the cheese and then back to her, only moving my eyes to watch her intensely. I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the fork she was holding out towards me, taking the flavored cheese with me. The woman smiled seductively.

"What's your name, Love," I finally asked her, becoming more interested in this French woman.

She leaned against me, moving to whisper lightly into my ear. "Cami," her dainty voice resonated in my ear. She quickly pulled away before anyone else could notice us. As quickly as she moved away, was as quickly as I'd forgotten her name.

"I think it will be better for us to find some privacy, no," she lowly suggested.

I glanced at my aunt and uncle who were busy conversing with the winery owner. I looked back at the woman before downing the rest of my wine and then dragging her to the men's restroom. Once I checked that no one was in the newly built bathroom, I guided her into the largest stall.

I pushed her against the wall and vigorously attacked her long neck. Her moans made me hornier and caused me to hold her slim body closer to mine. She felt almost too small, sort of fragile. But I tried to disregard her size. I didn't want to compare her to that foreign woman.

I squeezed her perky breasts so far upward, they nearly perfectly spilled out of the purple silk dress. "Taste them," she moaned invitingly and tilted her head back.

Without a second guess, I brought her small tit to my mouth and swirled my tongue around her pretty, pink nipple. My hands were kept busy as well with one palming her other breast and the other moving her thong aside to finger her hairy center. My fingers enter her wet folds with ease as she held onto my nape for support, her leg wrapped desirably around my waist.