Dancing in the Gray by Eydie Maggio Page B

expectations, remember.”
    Trey slid his hand under her legs and
around her waist lifting her onto his lap. Elise wrapped her arm
around his still bare shoulder so their faces were only centimeters
apart. Her legs were stretched out and crossed long ways on the
sofa as she sat in Trey’s lap. “The only expectation I had this
morning was to wake up next to this beautiful woman and crawl back
inside of her again.” He gently rubbed his nose against
hers.
    Elise’s eyes went wide. “Well, damn! If
you would have told me that, I would have stayed! We need to work
on your communication skills.”
    Trey was rubbing his hands over her
thighs. He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, “So if I tell
you that I want you to stay tonight because I would like nothing
more than to wake up tomorrow morning and ravage your body, will
you stay?”
    “Oui.” Elise started running her finger
over his broad chest that was still bare. Trey kissed her gently on
her neck.
    “Will I find more notes on my body
written in lipstick?” Trey continued to whisper in her ear “Because
I really hope I do.”
    Elise laughed loudly. Trey was
lightening up a little, and Elise was pleased to see that he had a
naughty side. She held both sides of Trey’s face in her hands, “Be
careful what you wish for.” She was giving him fair
warning.
    “Say it in French.” He bit his lip in
anticipation. Sexy as hell!
    “Faire attention à ce que vous
souhaitez.” Elise drew out each word and added a breathy tone to
the statement. Trey attention was focused on her mouth through the
entire phrase.
    The naughty thoughts that were going
through Elise’s mind were interrupted by her hotel phone ringing.
She leaned over the arm of the sofa reaching for the phone on the
side table.
    She answered, “Allo.” It was the front
desk letting her know that her car service was here. “Merci. Nous
allon etre en panne peu de temps.” Trey’s eyes were focused on her
mouth again which made her smile.
    She gave him a sweet kiss on his cheek
and slid off of his lap and onto her feet. “Our car service is here
to take us to the Bercy. Let me grab my purse.” Elise went into the
bedroom and grabbed her black Fendi clutch and her ticket to the
concert. Trey put his shirt back on and made his way to the door.
“Do you have your ticket?” Elise asked as she made her way across
the sitting room. Trey pulled his ticket out of the back pocket of
his jeans and held it up. “Excellent!”
    ~
    Trey was in the back seat of the car
with Elise as they made their way to the concert. Ronald was
sitting in the front seat with the driver as the car made its way
through the thick traffic. Trey watched Elise pulled her cell phone
out of her purse and checked it to see if there were any messages.
Before she could put it back in her purse, Trey motioned for it.
Elise looked at him with a puzzled face, but handed the phone over
to him. “I’m putting my phone number in your contact list so I
don’t have to continue to use the concierge to send you dirty
messages.”
    She smiled, “That may be the most
creative way someone has tried to exchange numbers with me. Kudos!
You get points for assertiveness and sexual intent. Hand over
yours.” Elise extended her hand for his phone which Trey gladly
gave her. She added her number into his contact list and took a
picture of herself to attach to the contact. He liked
that.
    “So are you a big fan of the Foo
Fighter’s?” Trey wanted to know more about her.
    “Yes. Dave Grohl’s a genius. And,
you?”
    “Yeah. They contributed heavily to the
grunge phase I went through in high school.”
    “You had a grunge phase? Hmm,
interesting.” Her eyebrows were raised.
    “I know it’s hard to believe, but my
music collection has an alternative genre that spans from Alice in
Chains to Rixby Storm.”
    Trey noticed that Elise’s smile broke
as she looked down at her hands. He was caught by surprise and
tried to figure out what he said to