- Hey! What's going on my dear? But…I was kidding…I wasn't really kidding you. OK, OK… We stay at 0-0 and I'm not that attractive.

He covers my face with kisses and very quickly, these little burning touches on my skin, make me smile again.

- It's good, it's good! I'm fine and stop eating me like this, I'm not a treat. But… by the way, why are you coming to my house tonight?

“First, you gave me your apartment key, so I can come whenever I want, and then I met a bomb that was passing through the area. And as I always tell you everything, you will be entitled to all the crispy details.

- First Mr. heartthrob, being in possession of my key does not mean tumbling into my privacy when you want. Second, I'm not sure I want to hear the dirty details of your antics.

- You speak ! Admit that you love to hear the stories of my hot adventures!

I always feel a hint of annoyance when Theo talks about all these women, as if they were consumable and disposable merchandise. No, I don't really feel sorry for them, whatever... But, I know that Theo is suffering from this uncontrollable sexual frenzy. Only, despite our years of complicity, I still can't understand what drives him to act like this.

At 27, like me, the fire in his underwear should itch less and maturity should encourage him to turn to respectable girls. I have often tried to question him on the subject, but for some reason he avoids the subject, changes the conversation and if I insist, he gets angry reminding me that we are not at church. and that therefore it is not necessary for him to confess. His lack of self-confidence on this subject has often hurt me, which is why I prefer to avoid talking to him about it again.

- Oh yes ! Besides, be careful not to slip, I wet my panties in advance.

I roll my eyes and sigh, but he still hastens to ironically detail to me how much this Melanie had screamed with pleasure in the public toilets. As a personal revenge, I mimic the upset and sulky little girl to perfection. I am convinced that he will crack in front of my pained childlike appearance.

Bingo! He stops his detailed explanations and gently cups my face.

"Okay, I'll stop being so rude. Anyway my beautiful, you know very well that the only woman I really love is you!

There ! My scowling face had gotten the better of him and I found my Theo to me, the handsome and sweet boy that I appreciated more than anything. Only, my evil side prompts me to inflict a little punishment on him. As his eyes lock on mine, my face is pleasantly curled up against his palms, I decide to have a little fun. I blink my eyelashes a few times, voluntarily quicken my breathing, pinch my lower lip between my teeth, play ping-pong between her irises and her mouth, until I perceive a burning atmosphere between the two of us. Then I give him a last look, decided this time, free my lip from my incisors, pass my tongue over it suggestively and move dangerously towards his mouth. My Theo is on the brink of fainting. His eyes are in interrogative mode and his Adam's apple plays yoyo so much he swallows. Just as our lips are about to meet, I gently turn to her ear and...

- I'm starving ! Would you like a mushroom omelet?

I burst out laughing, proud of my trickery, when I caught a glimpse of a veil of mist pass over his eyes. I feel bad all of a sudden, without understanding my friend's reaction. We then stay a few long seconds without speaking or moving, then he kisses my cheek tenderly.

"I'm starving too.

The meal unfolds with a cloud of embarrassment hanging over our heads. This is why Theo does not linger after his last swallowed bite and leaves me without a word, just by placing a kiss on my forehead.

My night was eventful.

Decidedly, at the moment, my relationship with men is difficult. So, with big bags under my eyes, I get out of bed at 6:00 in the morning. A new day of work awaits me and I am not motivated at all. The good thing is that I have to spend the day at the office, so I don't have to show my crestfallen face in the eyes of people to interview. Also, I have no plans to face Mr. Lewis anytime soon, so everything should go well for me today.

“Miss Bianco. Has your bed finally thrown you out? Well, it's not too early!

I almost forgot that one...

— Yes, good morning to you too and thank you, I slept well.

The moron is silly and sees fit to add:

- You laugh ! I can hardly see your eyes they are so puffy. Your intimate life eats up too much of your sleep time, I see.

And he turns back to his office, laughing even more.

Does he realize he's hurting or is he dumb? I prefer to evade the question and go to my computer. My in-depth research on Gabriel Lewis is quite fruitful, especially on the car accident that cost him his sight. I can also see that this disaster occurred at the same time as his romantic breakup.

Could there be cause and effect?

One thing is certain, I was not going to ask him, I wanted my life all the same. My concentration was disturbed by a sudden intrusion into my office.

- Paola ! Monsieur Lewis is expecting you at "La Fontaine Aux Perles" in an hour. I'm counting on you to extract a little more information from him than yesterday.

What ? At the restaurant with the pianist! But where did my lucky star go? Hell, I kinda look like going to a vampire ball. Too bad, after all, I'm not an Escort girl, my puppy dog ​​face will do the trick for this bastard.

- Hello. I'm Miss Bianco and...

— Good morning Mrs. Bianco. Mr. Lewis is waiting for you. Please follow me. I will accompany you to your table.

Wow! Classy restaurant. After all, even if I can't get him to talk, one thing is certain, I'm going to enjoy it without paying a penny.

The pianist is sitting on a beautiful white sofa and when he senses my presence, he invites me to sit next to him. Intimidated by this cozy atmosphere, I comply.

To be honest, I'm reassured that he can't see my cheeks licked by the flames.

- Hello Paula. Can I call you by your first name?

- Hello Paula. Can I call you by your first name?

His voice is calm, poised, borderline suave. What fly stung him? This man is really whimsical, sometimes his behavior is icy, sometimes very seductive.

I have to keep a cool head when it comes to this multi-faceted character, because I undoubtedly feel drawn to him. I don't know, maybe his complicated side appeals to me or just his perfectly drawn physique. Yes, I must admit, I literally drool in front of Mr. Lewis.

“Hello Mr. Lewis. Yes you can.

I know it's not right, but I stare at him from every angle and my gaze suddenly freezes on his fleshy mouth. She stretches very slowly to form a nice smile, which creates in the process, two pretty dimples on her freshly shaved cheeks. The only thought that comes to mind at this precise moment is: "Paola, pick up your tongue, or you'll trip over it!" ". Her physique hypnotizes me, her perfume bewitches me and her voice... her low baritone voice, begins by piercing my chest, then vibrates in my entrails, to end up stranded against my exhilarated little heart.

—Gabriel. Just call me, Gabriel.

Gabriel… If you only knew how much I want to call you that, even to shout your name!

Paula, Paula! Pull yourself together, or he'll end up perceiving that you're fidgeting by his side, like a teenager at a Kendji Girac concert.

The romantic atmosphere of the place, the aroma of Saint Jacques that reigns in the room mixed with that of the pianist, the sexy costume he wears, the lack of a man in my life, all of this put together, must make me lose my footing.

“I… well…

“No, me first. I would like to apologize for my deplorable behavior during our first meeting. I was stupid to treat you like this and I hope that our next meetings will allow me to make you forget that.

Our next meetings?

I heard you right? He considered our professional interview as a lunch with… friends… or… or what?

His words echo in my head and I can't get my mouth to release any sound to keep him talking. I'm on a break and I don't have enough flow to continue reading my thoughts. It was at this moment that Gabriel placed his hand on mine with the delicacy of a feather. This simple contact sets my whole body ablaze. A gigantic flame licks me, which suddenly increases my body temperature. The desire is taking possession of the situation and I can no longer find the path that leads to the signals of distress, in order to launch an SOS

Mayday… mayday! Emergency landing requested.

Instead of receiving any sign of help, I receive a deep caress on my hand, caused by the pads of his fingers. I'm screwed, I'm going to crash and sink into a most certainly dangerous situation. What's insane is that a day ago, I wanted only one thing, to get a scoop from this heinous character and today, I just long to lose myself in his arms.

So I deduce that I'm a crazy ally, that's it, I'm yoyting with the mane.

- It's forgotten, let's not talk about it anymore.

To thank me for my understanding, well I suppose, he tenderly squeezes my hand and emits small circular caresses on the back of it. That's when the waiter arrives with menu cards in hand, just before I rush to Gabriel to stick my tongue in his mouth, as an appetizer. The tension between us is palpable and I'm not sure I'm holding myself properly from the start of the meal until the coffee. So, I'm already planning to skip the dessert, so as not to be tempted by the candy sitting a few inches from me.

I no longer recognize myself, but I love the intoxication that this sexual tension causes in me. After all, since my youngest age, I have always been wise with the male sex, no excess, no one-night stands, no deception and what did my righteousness bring me?

Say it to me !

A marriage aborted in the bud. This is what my wisdom has brought me... So, I let go and I live the present moment, without setting myself unnecessary limits.

"You wanted to talk about my wife, so let's talk about it.

We order a carpaccio of scallops with citrus fruits, as well as a fillet of beef in its Bordelaise pancake and start to taste a few bites, before I cause him indigestion with my questions.

“Well… I researched your private life and noticed a breakup with a certain Linda.

I voluntarily leave a blank at the end of my sentence, in order to see his reaction. This is not long in coming, he clenches his jaw and his gaze hardens almost instantly. I decide all the same to continue my torture.

But nothing else is mentioned. Did you leave her or did she leave leaving you behind?

A twinge forms in the pit of my stomach and for the first time in my career as a journalist, I hate myself. My way of peeling his past to win my palme d'or, makes me gag.

By what right do I allow myself to encourage him to strip naked to satisfy my ambition?

“It’s her…Linda left me five years ago.

His sentence is heavy. Heavy with sorrow, regrets, bitterness and tears too often shed. Despite this, my diabolical side pushes me to continue, to drive the dagger a little deeper into his flesh.

"What reason did she give for breaking up with you?"

The journalist has regained possession of my body and coldly delivers her questions, without worrying about the harm they may cause. I salivate like a lion in front of a gazelle, hoping for a juicy response of pain and trashy events.