CH 47: No Name [8]

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

"Shall we," I asked instead as I presented my arm to her. She reluctantly put her arm onto mine, and we started to walk. Yes, taking her immediately was fun, but I wanted to see her begging, aroused. A lunch without her underwear as I continuously teased her should do the trick…

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It was an interesting experience to walk through the streets of London with a woman as enchanting as Fleur beside me. Her beauty was unparalleled even without her allure. And the tight white dress she was wearing, short enough to make every man around to pray for a gust of wind, tight enough to reveal the excellent lines of her body, carried things to whole new level. Every eye was on her, most with arousal, though jealousy was almost as common.

Even more interestingly, she was enjoying the attention. I couldn't say that she was comfortable, she usually fidgeted whenever someone strayed too close. Unsurprising, since the only thing between her and nakedness was the thin white fabric of her dress. But, still, she enjoyed enough for her nipples to turn rock hard, clearly visible through her dress. It was nice to see all my efforts to change her personality was not in waste.

And it was even nicer to watch her, squeezed in the conflict between her desires and her sense of propriety as she walked through the streets of London, unsure whether to bask in attention or shy away. I smiled, trying to keep my desire to tease her under control. Not because I had suddenly started to pity her, of course. No, I didn't want to distract her from her awareness of the surroundings.

Our walk in silence until we were at the restaurant's entrance, a top rated Asian restaurant that had a six-month waiting list. Only by using magic I was able to get a seat. We passed through the entrance, and found ourselves in a sparsely decorated entry hall which nevertheless gave the sense of an elite superiority. And a short but sexy Japanese lady was waiting for us at the door, wearing a dress resembling a kimono, but strategically altered to look sexier for Western sensibilities.

I waited for her to greet us, but she was stuck looking at Fleur instead. I could have acted like an asshole, of course, but decided otherwise. I understood the sudden challenge she was facing. Not every day she met with a beauty that would make supermodels consider suicide. "Hi," I said to her, trying to get her attention. "We had a reservation for two, for Mr. Munroe."

She shook her head, the blush spreading her face as she realized the blunder she made. "Right this way," she stuttered, realizing the situation she forced herself in with that delay. Her manager wouldn't be happy if he learned that she chose to ogle a customer rather than greeting us in the proper way.

The greeter walked in front of us, her hips moving side to side in an attractive manner, but it failed to get more than a passing glance with Fleur next to me. Fleur also missed it, preferring to face me with a confused expression. "It's the name, right?" I asked, and received a nod in return. "I didn't want my name on the record, just in case," I explained. I could have gone into detail about possible Death Eater raids or whatnot, but I chose to leave them out for now, not wanting to ruin the mood. As we walked through the restaurant, all eyes were on Fleur.

Then, we arrived at our table, a large, corner table already populated with a generous display of sushi and other assorted dishes, but most importantly, the sight of the other tables partially blocked by the semi-transparent screens. A sigh escaped Fleur's mouth as she took her seat, unaware that this limited privacy was at my request.

I grabbed my chopsticks and helped myself with a few cuts of sushi. "You should try this," I said as pushed a plate towards her. "These are my favorite."

"Do you eat Japanese food often?" Fleur murmured. She tried to keep it as an off-hand comment, but her nervousness betrayed her. What she was trying to ask was the source of my casual familiarity with the details of the non-magical world. A knowledge that was impressive even for a muggle-friendly family like Weasleys, and downright miraculous in a family like Malfoys.

"Occasionally," I answered. "Most of the time, I limit myself to takeout, but I thought it would be a good change of pace for you as well. You like sushi, right?'

"I do," she whispered as she tried to suppress her blush. "It's just that…"

"You don't expect a supremacist like me to be aware of Japan, let alone enjoying Japanese food," I said. Her gaze jumped to my face in an instant, painted with fear, ready to claim that she wasn't thinking that. However, instead of finding anger on my face, she only found amusement, which puzzled her more. "You seem confused?" I quipped.

"I don't…" she murmured for a second before changing her statement. "I'm confused," she admitted. "Why are you supporting that monster if you are enjoying the non-magical side this much."

"There is an answer for that," I said. "But you need to win a little bet if you want to learn the answer for it. Is that something you might be interested in?" She bit her bottom lip as she thought about it, but soon, she was nodding in approval. She didn't ask what the bet was, which normally I would deem as stupidity, but she was aware that I had power over her from both personal and business sides, and rejecting anything was not an option. "You just need to keep yourself contained for the duration of the dinner," I explained.

She looked confused for a moment, which gave me enough time to slip my foot off my shoe. Her eyes grew in shock when my toe brushed her ankle, but its significances, she realized only after the second time my toe brushed against the same spot. "You're going to-" she tried to say with an obvious display of panic.

"Exactly," I answered. "It's just a simple game, you're going to ignore my touches without any mishap, and voila, you can ask three questions for me. You just need to control yourself for the duration of our lunch. Simple, right?"

Fleur's expression shouted that it was not simple, not even close, but that didn't keep her from nodding. And I might even think that it was only foreboding that she was feeling, if it wasn't for her allure, flaring with excitement. She had been longing my touch, and now she was getting it.

"Perfect," I murmured. I could feel my mouth watering, and it had nothing to do with the delicious spread in front of me. My gaze was on the food, but my attention was on the small glide of my foot, climbing upwards on her leg, reaching to her knee in a few seconds, which then I passed on my way to her inner thighs. At that point, her eyes jumped to mine in panic, realizing I had no intention of limiting myself to safer spots.