The Entanglement

by Nouvelle Bardot

Before I could get very far, I found myself turning back. He was still on the floor, looking very dazed. Setting aside any sexual harrassment charges, I went inside and shut the door. He stood up slowly, facing me.

“What…” he started, but I walked forward and put my hand over his mouth.

“Don’t say anything,” I warned. This time I grabbed his face and brought it to mine, and we started over, a little less forcibly. He slowly reached around me and held me by my arms.

We began to move around his flat, entangled together, joined at the lips, tumbling over boxes in the dim lighting. We landed with a thud on the piano, the keys making terrible clanging noises as my bum hit ivory.

“What is your name?” He whispered into my ear.

“Its M-”

We were interrupted shortly when the angry man came storming in, stopping abrubtly at the sight.

“Pierre!” He cried out angrily. I let go of Pierre, but he continued grasping me. I ducked out from under his arms and ran for the door.

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    Posted 5 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    wow this just gets better and better.. ok I will sequel now before I go to bed…

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    Posted 5 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    Ooh, that John is always spoiling all the fun. Perhaps he has some feelings? That’d be a twist, a different dynamic. But too late for me to sequel, and I don’t think I should go there anyway. Besides you two are doing so well!
    LoA

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    Posted 5 months ago

    Wait…isn’t this the second one in a row that’s narrated by Marguerite?? Perhaps I’m missing something here…

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