|Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 171
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Date Posted: Tuesday, December 14, 06:39:33pm
In reply to:
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 151 & forward" on Wednesday, October 20, 08:23:26pm
Michael opened the large oak doors to the dining room and motioned for Nikita to enter; he followed her in. Richard Dalton was already seated at the head of the table with Rene Laval on his left. As Michael pulled out a chair for Nikita, Dalton and Laval jumped to their feet while Michael assisted with the chair and gently ran his fingers across her shoulders. Nikita was wearing a red form fitting dress with a high front bodice but cut to the waist in the rear, revealing her full naked back. She had piled her hair in a high swirl and together with red spike heels, she appeared to tower over Michael. Nikita smiled at the men, noting the obvious impression she was making.
“I am so glad you are joining us for dinner this evening, my love....and you look ravishing!” leered Dalton. “ Michel....you do know how to pick your ladies.”
“Thank you. Is Stephanie not joining us this evening?”
“Alas - no....she decided to hop the chopper and scoot back to Paris...something about a photo shoot....but we did enjoy our time together,” smirked Dalton.
“No doubt,” replied Michael. “Evening Rene....may I present Nikita Jones....Nikita, this is Rene Laval...a long lost friend from university days. Rene will be working with Richard now.”
Nikita smiled, “How do you do monsieur Laval...or may I call you Rene?”
“Oh, please do! And I see Michel has indeed not lost his taste for enchanting women.”
Two waiters arrived and placed small bowls of turtle soup in front of the diners. The second waiter poured wine into tall stemmed glasses.
“Bon apetite, my friends,” smiled Dalton.
After the diners finished the soup, appetizers of escargot and braised frogs legs were presented before each diner. As Nikita sampled the appetizers, she drabbed her lips with her napkin and smiled at Dalton.
“Your table is on par with a fine French restaurant Mr. Dalton.”
“Oh now Nikita! I told you to please call me Richard....and it is true I have hired a gourmet chef....why not have the best when you can afford it! You and Michel can live as I do also, if Michel would only agree to work for me full time.”
“Please Richard...no business while we are dining,” interjected Michael.
Dalton laughed loudly. “Very well...but I have one favor to ask of you Michel....then no more business discussion this evening.”
“I unfortunately have a sudden trip to Syria that has come up....a little glitch with a business partner....I wonder if you would take control of the ship, so to speak, for a few days.”
“What do you mean?”
“Take charge of the office...the business...and show Rene the ropes.”
Michael glanced at Nikita. “I....ahhh....I don’t know Richard....I wanted to finish my work on your computers, then we were planning on leaving.”
“Now, now....Michel, I have offered you asylum .....you and your gorgeous lady....I would only hope you would reciprocate....consider it payment....and anyway, the place runs itself.” He laughed.
Michael remained silent and reached for Nikita’s hand, his penetrating eyes staring into hers.
“Oh come now Michel, surely you don’t have to ask permission of your woman,” smirked Dalton.
Rene Laval reached for his wine glass, draining the contents and stared intently at Michael. Nikita pulled her hand from Michael’s and glared at Dalton.
“Mr. Dalton....Michael does not have to ask my permission....if he chooses to run your shop while you are on business, I’m certain he will do a good job....it is his choice. We operate as an independent couple....if you have any idea what that means. And when you return....we will leave.”
“Hummmm....independent couple....no I can’t say I do understand that concept....is it like an open marriage....whereby each person can fuck whoever they want?”
Nikita inhaled her breath and bite her lip, fighting to restrain her anger. Rene Laval reached for the wine bottle, raising it in the air. “Who would like encore de vin...ahhh, a top-up....great wine I might add!”
Michael reached under the table and rested his hand on Nikita’s knee; he squeezed lightly, while feeling her trembling in anger. “Richard....Nikita and I are as one....together....we work together....live together....but each has their own independent space....I realize the concept is difficult to comprehend....we are creating our world together ever day...and learning our parts.”
Nikita looked at Michael and smiled; she reached for his hand. Rene Laval grinned and drained his wine glass again. “Well, that sounds like love to me Michel! Congratulations to both of you.”
Dalton motioned to the waiters to bring in the main course. “Whatever it takes I guess to make it hot in bed.”
The waiters entered the dining room with plates of steaming rack of lamb and vegetables. Wine glasses were refreshed and empty plates were removed. The balance of the meal was consumed in relative silence. As the diners finished their meal and desert of coffee parfait was laid on the table, Nikita looked over at Rene Laval.
“Rene...Michael tells me you two have not seen each other since university days...if I’m not being too rude, what have you been doing since then?”
Rene laughed. “Ahhhh....you probably don’t want to know....but Mr. Dalton has my resume, if you’d like to read it.”
Dalton snorted. “Sweetheart....men in our business don’t always divulge their work activities....you want to hear about how many people Mr. Laval has killed....okay....his resume is at your disposal...be my guest.”
Dalton pushed away his plate and rose. “Gentlemen....if you’d like to join me in the study for cigars and brandy, please do.....and Michel....I’m flying out in the morning...so I’ll have Alberto update you on what needs attending to while I’m gone. That is if you are going to run the place in my absence.”
“Yes...a few days will be fine.” nodded Michael. “However, I will pass on the cigars and brandy....thank you for a wonderful dinner.”
Dalton started for the door. “Come on Laval...just you and me it would seem.”
Rene Laval rose quickly and followed Dalton from the dining room, leaving Michael and Nikita at the table. Michael shrugged and once again reached for Nikita’s hand.
“I am sorry for his behaviour....he is what he is. And I promise, we will leave upon his return...no more that a few days.”
“That’s fine Michael,” she smiled. “At least the food was excellent...and...well, thank you for your words about creating our world and ....ahhh, learning our parts....” Tears formed in her eyes. “I love you so much Michael....and we are together...really together aren’t we...as one.”
Michael lowered his head and kissed her fingers. “Yes... we are.”
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