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20 three french hens, two macarons, and lovers in a bakery

Zenna glanced over her shoulder for her friend, but couldn’t spot her in the spinning crowd.
Were the people spinning or the room, she wondered, noting that she was on at least her
fifth glass of champagne. She turned her attention back to Aubin, who had gone silent, as
if in deep contemplation of the canvas before him. “It’s phallic,” she whispered in his ear.
“Really?” Aubin grinned back. “I don’t see it.” “Look who I found!” Margot interrupted,
dragging a man by the hand into the room. “This is my good friend and talented artist,
Jacques,” Margot said introducing him. “Jacques, this is my boyfriend Aubin and my
best friend, Zenna. I think you two met before.” Jacques shook Aubin’s hand but quickly
diverted his attention back to Zenna, whom he had been studying all night ever since she
stepped foot into the gallery. Jacques leaned in for the customary kisses on the cheek, but
stopped just before pressing his lips against Zenna’s porcelain skin. “J’en peux plus,” he
whispered, and backed away. “Jacques wanted to show me some of his work at a gallery
across town. Do you two want to come?” Margot asked. Aubin glanced at Zenna and then
back to Margot, “I haven’t seen much of the art here yet. I’ll make sure Zenna gets home
safely.” Margot kissed Aubin, a thank you and farewell, and left, linking arms with Jacques,
who would have walked backwards if given the chance so as to study the face he had fallen
in love with just one more time.
It took Zenna a few minutes to catch her breath. What had just transpired between her
and Jacques was odd. She couldn’t tell if it was romantic, rude, or some mixture of the two,
but she knew that whatever that was made her very horny. She knew she was in trouble.
What was Margot thinking leaving her with alone with Aubin? Why would Margot leave
Aubin alone with anyone? He was notoriously flirtatious and so “holy fuck” attractive that
women literally stopped in their tracks to admire him, like one would study the nude body
of David in Florence.

“So, Zenna,” Aubin said as he moved in dangerously close, “there is really only one more
piece of art I would like to take a closer look at tonight.” “Well,” Zenna brushed her bangs
out of her almond shaped teal eyes, “let’s go find it.” Aubin pressed against Zenna, placing
a hand on the small of her back. “I want you,” he whispered.
Aubin’s driver took them back to his penthouse. On the elevator ride up, Aubin strangely
kept his distance, looking at Zenna like a beautiful cake, one that everyone knew was about
to be opened up and devoured but that needed to be admired in the minutes leading up to
that first bite. Zenna knew she looked sexy, her lace dress cut strategically to show peeks of
the white skin on her breasts, and she coquettishly bit her lip as he caught her eye.
The elevator doors opened directly into the foyer of Aubin’s home. Aubin turned on the
lights, revealing an expansive view of the city. The fireplace flashed on in front of Zenna as
Aubin took a seat on a custom-made black leather sofa. Zenna understood that he wanted
her to sit down next to him, but decided it would be more fun to instigate a bit of a chase,
although they both knew that in a matter of minutes they would be naked. Zenna stepped
closer to the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, looking at the buildings below.