Chapter 112

Turning around, I came face to face with Perennelle, who looked even more gorgeous then she usually did. She had put her hair into a ponytail today, making her look even younger than her twenty-something appearance and allowed me to see her slender and graceful neck.

Her clothing was much more trendy and in style for women who were in their mid twenties than what she usually wore. I was actually surprised by what she was wearing, as it did not seem like her type of clothing at all.

Covering her torso was a yannis black lace top that was almost completely translucent. Beneath that was a tight fitting spaghetti strap shirt that conformed to the woman's large breasts and thin waist like a second skin and left her slender arms bare. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see her nipples poking out against the fabric of the shirt.

Her wide hips and small, shapely bottom were being covered by black denim shorts that revealed just a tiny hint of her deliciously tight derriere; not enough to truly be revealing, but certainly enough that I wished they would show just a little more. The pants were stitched up the sides, adding a strange sense of sex appeal to them.

I gulped as my eyes traveled below that. I can honestly admit I have never seen so much skin before in my life. Her long, lean legs appeared to go on forever. It was an endless expanse of creamy looking skin that paradoxically did end in a pair of latrice ankle boots with thick overlapping straps that had adjustable buckles on the sides.

I'm pretty sure I just died of sexy. It did not help that Perennelle seemed to notice that I was staring at just about every part of her body my eyes could see and put on a sinful smile that I imagine she would probably use in the bedroom.

"From zat expression on your face, I take eet you approve?" she asked, twirling around for me. Was it just me? Or had she thickened her accent when she said that?

I was honestly surprise that the moan of approval and desire I wanted to unleash did not escape my mouth. For a second, a very long second, I could not say anything. I felt like I had been struck momentarily dumb.

Breath, Potter. Breath.

"Why..." my voice sounded incredibly choked, even to my own ears. "Why are you dressed like... like..." I couldn't even complete the sentence, such was my shock and arousal at the sight before me.

"Why am I dressed so provocateur?" I know she purred that last word out in French on purpose. I just know it. Of course, she acted like she did not notice what her words did to me as she continued speaking. "Nicolas and I are going clubbing tonight."

She then giggled and gave me a conspiratorial look, as if she were hiding some great secret. Both the sight and sound were some of the most mesmerizing I had in my memory, even beating out Selene. Unlike my vampire... friend, it was clear that Perennelle knew how to use what she had perfectly. She had experience.

"Well, Nicolas does not know we are going yet." She winked at me. "But I zink I can convince 'im to see zings my way, don't you?"

I absently nodded. Nicolas didn't stand a chance.

"I... I had not realized you were into clubbing," I mumbled as my eyes trailed up and down those beautiful legs. I could tell she worked them out. They reminded me of those legs I often see on female gymnasts I saw when watching the Olympics, only not quite as large and bulky. But by the gods were they well toned.

"I do not do so very often," Perennelle admitted, walking closer to me with a seductive sway of her hips. I was wondering if she was doing that on purpose. It was hard to tell since she seemed to always walk with a bit of a sway. "'owever, zis new club looks very intéressant and I wish to see what all ze hype is."

"Ah... well..." I began awkwardly. A part of me was screaming to run away. Another part was telling me that I should push this beautiful creature exuding sexual eroticism against the wall and make her mine.

Gods. Lisa's books really have corrupted me.

"I'll just leave you too it then. Take care of yourself, Madam Perennelle."

"Just a moment, 'arry."

I shuddered at the way she said my name. Really, this woman could probably make men cream themselves just by speaking.

"Before you go I just wanted to know..." by now she was completely in my personal space, close enough that I could smell her heavenly scent. It was a mixture of vanilla and her own natural scent. I couldn't place it, but it smelled spicy. "...Do you zink I'm sexy?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but was denied the opportunity to say anything when Perennelle shoved her tongue down my throat.

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