Thread: The Perplex Parcel Pursuit Project (darkangel76 p Lotherio)

Charlotte could feel her heart pounding in her chest as Mathieu looked upon her approvingly. Whether he knew it or not, he was making her feel as if hed already accepted the fact that she was his most prized pupil. Oh the temptation of such a thought, such an idea! If she dared to let herself dream further, perhaps hed have to admit that she was indeed the best hed ever taken on. Mmm what a thought, what a dream! It was foolish flights of fancy. She knew as much. But, no matter. No harm in playing just a bit more when things were going so well and in the way shed always found herself dreaming it would. Suddenly, Charlottes face began to falter. Mathieu resumed speaking once more, his tone somber to say the least. What was this now? Her tutor wouldnt be taking her on after all? Charlottes eyes began to shift. Desperately seeking something to focus upon while she tried to gain control over her nerves, nerves that were fraying, coming undone. In another moment, theyd unravel to a point where everything she was feeling would become exposed. Leaving her vulnerable. At his mercy. Then again Charlotte had to swallow just then. The most peculiar thing had suddenly occurred to her. As her eyes finally found solace in watching the strange ring upon Mathieus finger, she thought it might not be such a horrible thing to be at this mans mercy. After all, he was a scholar in his areas of expertise. And, from what shed deduced those areas were many. So, who was she to judge otherwise? He was most fitting for a teacher and oh how she wanted to be taught by him and no other. Licking her lips, she cleared her throat. Why, Mr. De La Motte, Charlotte began. I do not think you realize just how determined I am to be your student. She smiled coyly, leaning forward just enough to give Mathieu a perfect view of her breasts as the corset squished and squeezed them together, her cleavage doing its best to lure and beckon. However, if I am to give into this desire, I should like to know just what it is youd be offering a lady such as myself. Charlotte sat back in her chair just then, her eyes still fixed on the peculiar ring that Mathieu was wearing. She waited a moment, letting the man digest what she was saying. She wanted to be dazzled, for him to profess just how achingly bad he longed for her to travel with him, be by his side. How the need to teach her would eventually consume him if she chose to stay behind. And to a point where hed have to return to her at all costs, seeing to it, personally, that they finally had that third session. Would we merely travel the world? Or would you take a more hands-on approach. See to it, personally, that I learned all I could while I remained by your side? Can you tell me that, Mr. De La Motte? Can you? Charlotte asked, her eyes sparkling, a hint of laughter residing deep within pools of blue. Again, Charlotte was testing her tutor. He had but to say the word and shed follow, would do all that she could to stay with him and learn. He may not have realized it, but she was already his to mold and shape. A statue begging for the hands of its sculptor to touch and caress, to bring it to life and set it ablaze. Please, tell me. Your student wishes to know these things if she is to follow you to other lands and seas. Letting out the tiniest of sighs, Charlottes lips parted ever so slightly, her mouth on the verge of begging Mathieu to speak sweet words that would call her to him. Yes, he had but to say the word. And though, shed never admit it out right, she knew she was already his. Shed leave her family, her home. Shed leave it all behind. And all for him. Looking quickly at the ring and then back into Mathieus eyes, Charlotte waited for his reaction. The entire time, her body language screaming that shed made her choice, made her decision. But all the same, she waited. So silent. So still. Bringing her hand up to her pendant, she let her fingers play with the cool metallic gadget. As she did so, she found herself hoping the most peculiar thought shed had yet. The hope to leave her life behind before nightfall.