Le Français Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

Le Français Pt. 06

... friendly. Several folks, when it came up that she was a police detective, were impressed and curious. Only two asked if she could help handle their parking tickets.

"She's very lovely, Marc," said one woman. Sinead had been separated by Marc as they were drawn into different conversations, though they were only a few feet apart. "But please tell me things haven't soured with Felicity? I was so hoping to see her tonight. I just adore her."

"No, no," Marc said. "Nothing like that. She had plans of her own tonight, and I was blessed to have a connection to the Detective and she agreed to accompany me."

The woman continued the conversation, but Sinead missed whatever was said.

Who the fuck was Felicity?

Chapter 38

Marc couldn't help but smile, glancing over at Sinead as she socialised with a gaggle of men and women as they looked over several of the exhibits at the end of the hall. Even though the fundraiser wasn't a dinner, it was still full of food and drink and Marc popped another bacon-wrapped something with a something-something sauce into his mouth. He had no clue what was inside that little bacon tube, but it burst with flavours and he had to admit it was good.

Sinead had, once she got out of her own head a bit, adapted quickly to the social strata Marc had pulled her into. He'd known she would - she contained multitudes, as they said, and after the way she had adapted in the bar and faked her way through their first conversation with Barisha he knew ...

... she would be fine here. Dressing her was always a pleasure, too. Felicity, with her curves, was no less fun to buy for but her figure simply couldn't handle certain kinds of clothes, just as Sinead's couldn't handle some of the things that looked most ravishing on the escort.

Something had changed, however, at some point in the evening.She hadn't changed, really. She was still acting the same way with everyone else at the fundraiser, and when he approached to join her she was welcoming and held his arm politely to signify that they were companions for the evening. He'd seen more than a couple of the younger men approach her and flirt when Marc wasn't with her, but she'd turned them all down. And that said nothing of the stares of the older generation.

But he'd caught Sinead glancing at him a couple of times, and the look in her eye was different.

As the night wore on, Marc made an effort to circle back into her sphere more just as he'd started the night as she got comfortable. The food trays being carried around slowed, and speeches began in the main 'ballroom' for the evening. Most people filtered in that direction as that was the polite thing to do, but Marc made no move to join them and ended up standing with Sinead just inside the entrance to the First Nations art exhibit.

"Shouldn't we go?" Sinead asked him.

"They won't announce anything meaningful," Marc said with a little smile and a shake of his head. "They will thank the museum staff, and applaud the ...