I slowly blink my eyes open. That was one hell of a night. Nights with Éclair are always crazy like that, though, although last night had certainly been exceptional. I roll over, my eyes squinted as I search for her amongst she sheets. She’s not in bed, and I frown. I had thought I would actually wake up next to her for once, but clearly I was wrong. She probably left in the middle of the night. I am still wearing a dissatisfied frown as I sit up slowly. “Don’t look so disappointed.” I hear Éclair’s voice as she enters my bedroom. She’s wearing my white button up, and I don’t think she’s wearing much else. She is a damn tease sometimes.

She has two cups of coffee, “I hope you don’t mind, but I helped myself to your kitchen this morning.” She hands me a cup.

“Thanks,” I say and take a sip. I grimace slightly; it’s that nasty coffee I keep in my apartment for her that I only pretend to enjoy. I place the coffee cup down on my nightstand, and she does the same with hers. She sits down on the side of my bed and props a leg up, and I see that she definitely is not wearing any underwear. I cannot help myself.

I reach towards her to touch her inner thigh, but she puts her leg down and waves a finger in my face. “Not now, James.”

She really is a tease. “Awe, sweetheart, you are playing with me.” I say, “And you and I both know you’d be more than happy to have at it again.”

Éclair laughs at me. “You wish.”

I reach for her quicker this time, and I manage to grab her shoulders and playfully force her down on her back as I scurry out from under the blankets. I get on top of her, her legs hanging off the side of the bed. My cock is rested on her stomach. “You certainly sounded like you were having fun last night,” I say and lean down to kiss her neck.

“Darling, I have business to attend to.” She says and touches my chest with the tips of her fingers. “As do you, I am sure.”

“It can wait,” I say and rush to unbutton the top she threw on. No bra either. Fantastic. I cup one of her breasts in my hand and play with her nipple with my tongue.

“I want to talk to you about my business offer.” She says, and my erection disappears faster than if she had told me to visualize my own grandmother.

“Ugh.” I grumble and roll off of her, “Why do you always do that?” I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling.

She laughs and sits up, my white button up still draped on her shoulders. “Your company is only doing well in the states. It’s not worth as much as you think. I am willing to purchase it for-”

“No.” I snap. “I told you, I’m not selling. And we’re doing just fine, thanks. Our sales have you beat in the states anyways.”

“You’re thinking too small.” Éclair says and then suddenly throws herself on top of me, “How much? You tell me what you would sell it for.”

“It’s not for sale.” I say again, “And we’re done here. Get off me.”

Éclair huffs and jumps off of me. She stands, “I’m not so easily ignored, James. You know this, don’t you?”

“Believe me, I know. You’ve been barking up that tree ever since we first met.” I stand and locate my underwear and pants. I’m not going to walk around completely naked while she talks numbers and stocks. “You’re relentless. You’re not buying me out, Éclair.”

“Of course, I am.” Éclair says, “One day, you will see the light, but in the meantime, I have made pancakes.”

“No, you didn’t,” I say.

“I am more than just a pretty face,” Éclair says and trots into the kitchen, and I follow.

She really did make pancakes… from scratch… and they’re blueberry. “Damn.” I say, “I guess you really did enjoy yourself last night if I’m getting pancakes.”

“Last night was… fun.” She says.

“I knew it.”

“Don’t push it, darling.” She makes herself a plate, and she dips her finger into some syrup and reaches towards me, placing her finger on my tongue. I suck on her finger, and she slowly pulls her finger out of my mouth. My erection is back. “What do you think?” she asks. “I made the syrup myself.”

“Seriously?” I ask, licking my lips, really enjoying the blueberry taste that is in the syrup as well as the pancakes. I make myself a plate also. “Who knew you could cook?”

“I am French.” She says, “Of course I can cook!”

We eat, and about halfway through our breakfast I am practically begging her to get back to the bedroom. She smiles and touches my bare chest, “Finish your breakfast.” She stands and comes behind me as I am seated. She leans on my back and reaches her hands around to stroke my chest as well as the outside of my pants. “I’ll be right back,” she whispers in my ear and departs to the bedroom

Damn that woman! I start to wonder if perhaps she has an outfit or something packed that I did not know about last night. She returns to the kitchen, and I am gravely disappointed to see that she has gotten dressed and ready for work. “Awe, come on, Éclair!” I snap, not at all appreciating the tease.

“What can I say?” she laughs, “I have to work. So unless you want to talk to me about selling your company, I am not sticking around.”

“You know,” I say, “Have you ever considered that the two of us would make a good team if we merged?”

“Ha!” she laughs, “I do not do partnerships.” She jokingly jabs me in the arm.

“Fine.” I say, “So tell me, are you free tonight?”

“Feisty, aren’t we?” Éclair laughs, “No, I have a date this evening.”

I roll my eyes, “Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Some fool my sister is trying to set me up with. We will see how it goes.” Éclair huffs and hurries out the door.

I shake my head. She is certainly one of a kind. I stuff my face full of blueberry pancakes as I muse about this wonderfully insane woman, Éclair.