Mana: Before The Rise 225 Seven Year Itch 4

"Bonjour Madam," Said her Eye-Candy Seatmate.

Rachel smiled, "You French?" she asked in French, the young laid was young then her and looked very handsome.

The man's eye lite up like a child from the Candy store. "Yes, I do. I'm Jacques Vigouroux"

"Of the Vigouroux Company, yes, I heard that the young flirtatious heir had taken over. Is that you?"

"Guilty as charged, Madam." The young man couldn't help but, gulp. Her figure was just his type, it was making his cheek go hot. But, he also noticed the wedding ring on her finger. A married woman he cannot, touch.

"How naughty checking a married woman out in such a way." Rachel rested her hand on her, she slanted her legs improving the view of them. So that he could get a better look, She had noticed his wondering eyes. She also saw him trying to retract his gaze after seeing his ring.

A flirty man he was, but a flirty man with boundaries he is. Rachel couldn't help but tease this younger man.

Once the plane took off Lucas was pampered by the ever- attentive steward and stewardesses, his every whim and comfort being served. He was hating every second of it. He could hear his wife chatting to the person sitting next to her in the center row they where speaking in French, he only knew some French but still couldn't make out their conversation. He inwardly railed at his impotence to change a situation he'd brought upon himself.

She'd done precisely what he'd asked of her—not interfering with set plans, not intruding on time that could be fruitfully used on discussing the business to be done in Europe, keeping right out of the way. Don't mess me up, he'd said. So here he sat, sipping superb champagne as though it were acid and feeling more messed up than he'd ever been in his life.

He wanted her beside him. He'd been looking forward to having her beside him on the long flight to London. He would have enjoyed her joy in it. That was one thing he'd always loved about his wife, her capacity for joy. She was great with the children. Their kids couldn't have a better mother. He'd tried to get it across to her he valued that far more than the s.e.x he could get anywhere if he so chose.

Not that he wanted it anywhere. He certainly couldn't get it better than what Rowen had been giving him. He'd come to terms with what was possible and not possible from his marriage. Rowen was throwing his conclusions into chaos.

It was almost as though she was possessed by a different personality to the one he'd been accustomed to living with.

The clothes she was wearing today had him simmering. Her black skirt outlined every roll of her curvy hips and the delectable cheekiness of her bottom. Even more eye-catching and distracting was the lime green-line top.

Although it was loosely fitting, the soft fabric clearly revealed there was nothing between it and Rowen's b.r.e.a.s.t.s. It also had a tantalizingly accessible look about it. No b.u.t.tons to stop a hand sliding inside the long, dipping opening. He'd been thinking of what he might do when they lowered their seats for sleeping and the lights were out.

Now... He glanced at Ms.Knight, sitting serenely beside him, gazing out the window, keeping her thoughts to herself, probably aware he was distracted, disturbed and in a diabolical mood. G.o.d only knew what she thought about the situation. Not that he particularly cared at this point, but he would have to come to some understanding with her before they landed in London and got to Durley House.

Rachel wasn't paying any attention to her husband as she was engrossing in a pleasant conversation with the handsome French Man, dropping a few flirts his way. But, if she was she would have at first thought he was an idiot, second thought he was and idiot, third still thinking he is an idiot. Before finally glowing in the fact that her seduction plan was grabbing his attention.

Lucas turned to his a.s.sistant Ms. Knight. She was dressed s.e.xily, too, though less obviously than Rowen. Perhaps sensing his attention, Ms. Knight turned to him with an inquiring look. 'Is there a problem?' she asked, a soft, sympathetic tone in her voice, inviting confidences.

He'd never once spoken to Ms. Knight about his wife, and he wasn't about to start now. It was none of her business. Even when he'd been dallying with the idea of making a s.e.xual arrangement with Ms. Knight, he would never have given the excuse, 'My wife doesn't understand me.' Nor would he have allowed such an arrangement to impinge on his marriage. His home life was sacrosanct. No one was welcome to touch it.

'No. No problem,' he said, firmly shutting the door on the questions floating around in Ms.Knight's shrewd grey eyes.

IT WAS six o'clock Monday morning when they landed at the Airport. Rachel had not found the long flight arduous. In fact, it had been wonderfully exciting, her talk with the French cutie made her feel fresh. Though she was somewhat disappointed that Lucas didn't try to talk to her during the flight. He should had been jealous, no he is, but, he didn't interfere at all.

"Is was nice meeting, you Madam" Said the French Cutie, Rachel waved goodbye once he grabbed his bags. Not long after Lucas came up behind her with both their bags. Which surprised her, he gently grabbed her hand. Rowen our ride is also here, Ms. Knight has already boarded.

His gestures and movements becoming more intimate that it really took her by surprise. Rachel's face flushed and glowed with happiness and as she linked their heads, her head leaning against his arm as they walked to the car. What she thought was a car turned out to be a limo. They will be staying in a beautiful Paris hotel for a few days before heading to London for Waverley House.

The service in the Limo was excellent and constant. Superb food and wine and a tempting array of exotic drinks had been on offer. She had especially enjoyed the Citrus Royale, a most refres.h.i.+ng soft drink of fruit juices mixed with 7-Up, and the Mandarin Coffee, rich and creamy and spiced with a heavy dash of Cointreau and the essence of orange.

Lucas had helped her selected a movie on her phone, both of them engrossing enough to make an hour pa.s.s by quickly. Ms. Knight isn't even an after thought as she sitting difficulty on the opposite side, seemingly not paying attention to the wife and husband. That looks to be repairing their relations.h.i.+p.

Rachel was still in a positive mood, because all of her work had been bearing fruit. Lucas is actually trying to get closer to her he is trying to connect with. Something in which life partners should always do engage in activities together.

Doesn't anyone agree?