Yours Truly, Taddy (11 page)

Princess Lolly

The Eden Castle

A low whimper escaped the back of my throat. 

Done talking, he nipped at my clit.

My legs were tossed up over his shoulders. He growled in French. I held onto the edge of my seat as if the chair might set sail for Bermuda. Who needs Air Carribea when you had Fabian Henry’s tongue lapping at your flesh? 

Him, me, this, everything was happening at light speed. 

Fabian’s hands slid under my buttocks pulling me into him, close and tight. With a slight tap, Fabian spanked me, and I liked it. The pad of his thumb poked at my anus.

“Nooo.” I squirmed. My front door had just been opened, and here he was trying to bust into the back.
Not gonna happen.

With a lick of his finger he replied, “Oui, Tabby. I will have your mouth, your pussy, and this tight, little derrière.” Seeming possessed, Fabian wasn’t the soft spoken, tuberose smelling, flirtatious man I thought he’d be when it came to foreplay.

Nope. Unlike Leon, they were both so different. I tried not to make a comparison. But how couldn’t I? It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours and here I was already in another man’s arms.

French-fuck-orama!

If I kept this up, I’d be labeled a whore by my nineteenth birthday. The very thing I wanted to avoid.

From between my legs, his adorable face peered up at me, “Stop!”

“What?”

“Such an American. You are thinking.”

I leaned forward. “I can’t help but think. I’ve never had a man, ummm—”

“Give you oral pleasure?” He asked, as a single line ran across his forehead in surprise.

“No, monsieur,” I mocked his French accent. 

“Allow me this pleasure. S'il vous plait.”

I was shaky at the revelation that he wanted me. It was a powerful thing, arousing him. Or should I say my vajayjay did. This man was putty in my hands. “Keep speaking French and say my name over and over again.” Getting my confidence, I grabbed onto his black, wavy curls, the ones I’d dreamt about fingering on the plane ride.

He returned his focus to between my legs.

I knuckled a death grip on his hairline. Every time I’d get close to climax, I’d open my eyes and realize what the flip was going on. I couldn’t sum it up for any sane person to understand. A hum here, and a hum there, and my body hummed all over.

Toes curled.

He spoke to me in French between tongue lashings. Fabian’s hands ran up my inner thighs, and then his short nails raked me on the way down. First, gentle. The second time, not so much. He increased pressure, causing everything all over my body to become extra sensitive.

“Come on my face,” he said. His words sent a shiver racing down my spine.

Did I hear you correctly?
Drunk in ecstasy, I gazed at him. “Say what?”

In French Fabian repeated his orgasm-on-demand command. Determined, he lifted me off the chair and onto the floor.

On top of him, I knelt over his striking face.

“Relax.” His grip on my ass was firm. That long freaky tongue, all of it, probed me.  

Leaning forward, I owned my vajayjay power. So close. Every part of me was on fire. All of a sudden, I felt his wet tongue, licking where his thumb had been moments before.

WTF!

I tried to get up.

He snarled, “Mademoiselle, as I said, your derrière is mine.”

Sweet booty-licious. My hands on his shoulder, I gyrated my hips.

He moaned, pushing his tongue past the ring of muscle.

Forbidden excitement pinged through me. I wanted to make this feeling last as if time stood still but the pressure built up faster than I realized. Frantic, I flicked my clit and arched my back.

“Come, woman. I want to drink you,” he begged.

With a slight bounce, I held onto his shoulders, feeling the wave of my orgasm washing over me, “Yes! Fabian.” Eyes shut tight, explosions of color pulsed behind my eyelids, enough to where I let go and fell beside him.

On our backs, we lay there for a minute, speechless, panting.

“You are—”

There was a loud, rapping thud at the door.

It took us both by surprise.

I got to my feet and reached for my robe, cinching it around my waist.

Fabian, who was still fully clothed, sat up and said, “Enter.”

Gustave. From the look on his face, he wasn’t pleased.

“Red, nice to see you decided to show up for work.” With a cold glare at Fabian, he continued, “You know the rules, Monsieur Henry. Consider yourself fired from
Claire La Femme
. Pack your things and go.” He turned and left the bathroom.

“Hey!” I ran after him into the main living area. 

Blake, Lex, and Vive sat on the sofa with Hedda. Speechless, their mouths hung open.

“Gustave, you can’t fire Fabian. He wasn’t breaking your silly rule.” I gave him a look letting him know I knew about their policies. “I’m not one of your models. This morning, I quit. So technically, I’m an Eden guest who bumped into a friend.”

Fabian came up behind me.

“Is that so?” Gustave got in my face. Eyes intent, he was pissed.

Squaring my shoulders, I wasn’t afraid of him. “You have no model, and now no stylist. Maybe you can take pictures of the beach.”

Out of nowhere, Vive cackled, then snorted and said, “Sorry.”

Anger streaked Gustave’s cheeks. He forced a smiled and stepped to the side of the room with Fabian.

Man to man, he and Fabian cussed one another out. Their shouts turned to a conversation and then, a few minutes later, ended with a chuckle.

I didn’t like the sound of that.

Lex raised her hands up in the air and mouthed, “What’s going on?”

I shrugged.

Together they approached me in one uniform stride. “We have a proposal for you, Mademoiselle.”

There is one thing I hate more than an itt-bitty airplane I can’t stand up in, flip-flops, the Caribbean and the French, and that was a proposal. “What?”

Gustave slung his arm around Fabian’s shoulder. “Tomorrow we do one last shoot with you. Your new lover will get to keep his job, and I’ll double your rate.”

“A quarter of a million dollars,” I stuttered.

“Oui.”

Lex shot up from the sofa. Standing beside me, she asked, “What’s the catch?”

“Yeah.” Vive and Blake followed.

“You are a Brillford. The daughter of the royal house in Austria, are you not?” Gustave stood tall, rocking himself up on to his tippy toes. 

“Sorta.” I crossed my arms. I had no flippin’ clue where he was going with this.

“We shoot you, here, in the Eden castle. Made up like a princess.”

“Okay, sounds easy enough,” I said, as my besties started to sit back down.

“Then throughout the shoot, you disrobe.”

“Naked?” Vive shouted, and everyone crowded around him.

“It will be tasteful,” Gustave defended.

“No frickin’ way!” On instinct, my hand came up to strike Gustave across the face.

He grabbed my wrist and hissed at me to cool it. “Mademoiselle, you know my work. If Claudia and Naomi can show their bodies off, why can’t you?”

“We’re not like them,” Vive answered for me. “For starters, Gus, Taddy doesn’t need this job. She’s got my money for school.”

“Yeah, and while your publication has a reputation like Vogue, we can’t start off our first year at college with more tabloid crap.” Lex’s hand rested on her curvy hip.

“Crap,” Gustave echoed her insult. “I see. Well, if you don’t do the shoot, Fabian is out of a job. Leon too.” He glared at me as if he knew of my feelings for them. “And we shall invoice Minnie for our time, airfare, hotel, day rates, and etcetera.”

“You can’t do that!”

“Watch me.” Before I could get another word in, Gustave was out the door.

“Fabian, how could you just stand there and not say anything?” I turned my frustration on him.

He didn’t seem as fazed as I expected him to be. Perhaps Gustave had threatened to fire him before. Or maybe Fabian didn’t dare challenge his boss.

“We shoot at nine in the morning. I’ll be at your room at seven to get you ready.”

“Just a second.” I grabbed his shoulder. “You’re in on this with Gus.”

“I don’t have a choice, Taddy.” He said my name without the “b.”

My heart came to a slamming halt.

The alliances had been set. It was Team Taddy vs. Team Gustave.

“What’s the big deal?” Blake chimed in. “Their magazine is artsy. You’re gorgeous. Gus is the best photographer in the world.”

“Blake! You heard what Lex said. We don’t need any more media mud in our face.”

“This will help your reputation, Mademoiselle.” Fabian said.

“How so?” Vive asked.

“Anyone who poses for Gus has—how do you say in English? A career transformation. They become goddesses, immortal superstars or supermodels, oui.” Fabian spoke with confidence.

“I want to be yours truly, Taddy. Honest. I don’t want fame. I just want my friends and school.”

“Then do it with style, with us.” Fabian rubbed my arms sending an electrical surge of anger and excitement through my body. I didn’t know if I wanted to kiss him or punch him, probably both. “Do you trust us?”

“I don’t know…”

Fabian appeared hurt by my reply. “When you were lost at sea, did you, or did you not, put your life in my boyfriend’s hands?”

“That was different.”

“Answer the question.” His black eyes widened as if hungry for my reply.

“Yes, I trusted Leon with my life.”

“Then allow us this opportunity to do right by you, Mademoiselle.”

I didn’t know what else to say other than, “Let me think about it.”

“Very well.” He said his goodbyes to my besties and left.

My palms at my face, I rubbed my eyes and pulled back my hair. I felt as if I was going to go out of my mind. “Could this week get any more insane? First Leon and I have sex in the water and again on the beach. Now this,” I said, frustrated without thinking.

“Come again?” Blake asked. 

“You lost your virginity to a gay guy?” Lex blurted.

“Shut up, Alexandra!” Vive snapped as if Lex had hit a nerve.

“Oh. My. God.” I smacked my lips, realizing as Blake and Vive stared at one another with a look of “been there, done that” on their faces—they had sex when we were at Avon Porter.

“Holy shit!” Lex, who was sometimes a little slow, even without the Xanax, caught on.

“Seriously, Vive, Blake popped your cherry? It wasn’t Sanderloo?”

Lex’s mouth hung open, “Holy—” I covered it with my hand.

“We were fifteen,” Blake said.

Unfrickin’ believable.

“Sixteen,” Vive corrected. “We were drunk.”

“And stoned,” Blake admitted.

Lex and I were getting dizzy from turning our heads back and forth.

Vive’s voice rose, “I was nervous. Sex was awkward back then.”

“No. You were perfect, Vive.” Blake reached out for her hand, kissed the top of it, and said, “I couldn’t think of any other woman in the world that I would’ve rather lost my virginity to. That night was special for us.”

“Why do I suddenly feel jealous?” Lex asked, when I released her muzzle. 

“That explains why you two are so close,” I reasoned.

Together, we all sat on the sofa and talked.

Blake looked at me and said, “Can you imagine if society said that you had to have sex with a woman? You knew it wasn’t your cup of tea. But you’d be willing to try, to see if it was or was not for you. Would you do it?”

“Maybe,” I offered.

“Who would you pick?” Blake pressed on.

“Vive, no doubt.”

“Forget jealous. Now I’m offended.” Lex tossed me a decorative pillow.

“I’m sorry, honey, but Vive is…hot.”

“Thanks, Taddy. You’re pretty too,” Vive said, acting as if we were about to have a lesbian moment.

We weren’t.

“And Lex who would you pick?”

“I don’t like this game,” Lex said, reminding me of the dream I had earlier of our childhood. It was obvious this conversation was making her uncomfortable.

Later, Vive and Lex went to the spa for facials while I crawled in bed with Hedda and slept. I don’t know how I could get any sleep with all of the insanity going on between my friends, the boys, and now this opportunity to pose nude, but I did. When my head hit that pillow, I was out.

No Candy Land dreams. No sexy moments either.

“Stop,” I awoke to Hedda licking my face. I looked at the clock, 8:00 pm.
Ugh.
I walked out to the main area and noticed Lex was watching TV.

“Where is everybody?” I asked.

“Vive is at the bar. Blake is asleep in his room. Leon came by.”

“He did?” My spirit lifted.

“Yes, and he brought you those.” She pointed to a crystal vase filled with long stem roses. Blossoms of pink, yellow, and white were mixed together. “There’s a card too.”

“Did ‘ya read it?”

“Duh!” Lex smirked.

“Don’t tell me,” I said and plucked the envelope from the bouquet. Inhaling the scent, I closed my eyes and realized I’d never had anyone send me flowers before. Once again, Leon broke a new first for me.

Opening the card, I tried to read his cursive writing. It was in French.
Err.

This note was clearly written by a dude. I couldn’t make out what it said.

Lex smiled as I came back into the room.

“What does this say?”

She laughed and read out loud, “Princess Lolly, you are beautiful. Own it.” 

“Wow.” My insides melted all over again. I sat beside her on the sofa.

“When did you two talk about Candy Land?”

“At sea, we chatted about a lot of things.” I thought back to that raft for a minute. “Lex, why do you think I gravitated toward Lolly when we were little?”

Setting the dessert plate she munched from on to the side, she said, “Why do kids like what they like? Sponge Bob. The Smurfs. Who knows? Lolly was the spirit of adventure. She danced to the sound of her own music, following shiny things that fascinated her. Isn’t that you?” 

I nodded. “It’s exhausting being me sometimes.”

“I can only imagine,” she replied jokingly, then lifted the plate and offered, “Cookie?”