Back in the present, Amelie sat perched on the edge of her dressing table stool, her mind drifting back to that fateful night three months ago when she first crossed paths with Richard Reeves. She could still remember the electric charge that had passed between them as they flirted and teased each other over drinks at the bar, the air crackling with a palpable tension that had left her pulse racing and her core aching with anticipation.
Little did she know that night would end with her splayed out beneath Richard, his hard, muscular body pinning her down as he fucked her with a raw, animalistic intensity that had left her screaming his name until her voice grew hoarse and ragged. He had taken her again and again, his thick, throbbing cock stretching her walls as he pounded into her mercilessly, driving her to one mind-blowing climax after another until she was a writhing, mewling mess beneath him.
As dawn broke and the first light of morning filtered in through the curtains of his hotel room, Amelie and Richard had lain tangled together in the rumpled sheets, their sweat-slicked bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of their passionate coupling. It was then that they had agreed, with a look of mutual understanding and a slow, satisfied grin, to become fuckbuddies - a secret arrangement that would allow them to indulge their carnal desires without the messy complications of a real relationship.
Amelie's mind drifted to the countless encounters they had shared since that night, the stolen moments of passion and pleasure that had left her body aching in the most delicious ways. She could still feel the ghost of Richard's hands on her skin, the phantom pressure of his lips on hers as he kissed and caressed every inch of her curves with a hunger that never seemed to be sated. A part of her knew that their arrangement was a dangerous game, a recipe for heartache and regret, but another part of her couldn't resist the thrill of the forbidden, the dark promise of pleasure that Richard represented.
Amelie shook her head slightly, as if to dislodge the memories of Richard from her mind. "That was then, this is now," she murmured to herself, her tone a low, decisive murmur as she took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. She knew she had to focus on the present, on the man who was now a part of her life - Julien.
Her gaze drifted down to the outfit she had chosen for the occasion, a pair of slim-fitting, dark rinse jeans that hugged her long, shapely legs like a second skin and a simple yet chic black turtleneck sweater that hugged her curves in all the right places. She had left her chestnut hair down, the loose waves cascading past her shoulders in a tousled, just-out-of-bed style that she knew drove Julien wild. A pair of simple, understated gold hoop earrings and a delicate gold necklace with a small, heart-shaped pendant completed the look, while a pair of strappy, heeled sandals added a touch of feminine elegance.
Amelie's mind raced with thoughts of Julien and the architectural project he had invited her to join him for. "He said it wasn't a professional invitation, but a personal one," she murmured to herself, a note of hope and a hint of excitement coloring her words. "Does that mean... could this be a date?" she wondered, her heart fluttering slightly at the thought.
Amelie sighed, shaking her head slightly as if to banish the swirling thoughts from her mind. "I shouldn't read too much into it," she murmured, her tone a low, pragmatic rumble as she turned her attention to the task at hand - preparing for the evening ahead. "It's just a project, a chance for Julien to have me by his side," she told herself, even as a small, hopeful part of her heart fluttered at the idea that it could be something more.
She began by applying her makeup with careful, precise strokes, wanting to look her best without appearing as if she had tried too hard. She started with a thin layer of foundation, blending it seamlessly into her porcelain skin until it looked like she was wearing nothing at all. A dusting of sheer, matte powder followed, setting the foundation in place and giving her skin a soft, luminous glow.
Next, she turned her attention to her eyes, brushing a light, feathery coat of mascara over her long, sooty lashes until they looked even longer and more lush than nature intended. A thin line of dark, smoky eyeliner was applied to her upper lash line, extending the shape of her eyes and making them look even more alluring. She left her lower lash line bare, wanting to keep the focus on her natural beauty.
For her cheeks, Amelie used a soft, matte blush in a soft, dusty rose shade that matched the natural flush of her skin. She applied it with a light hand, blending it in with her fingertips until her cheeks had a healthy, glowing appearance that belied the fact that she had applied any makeup at all. For her lips, Amelie chose a lipstick shade that was a perfect match for her outfit - a deep, matte black that was bold and statement-making without being over-the-top. She lined her lips first with a matching lip pencil, then filled them in with the creamy, long-lasting formula, the color a perfect complement to her black sweater and jeans. She blended the color in with her fingertips, making sure to smooth out any harsh lines or edges until her lips looked soft, plush, and utterly kissable.
Amelie glanced down at her nails, admiring their natural, elegant shape. They were a bit longer than average, but not so long as to be impractical, with a slight, graceful curve to the tips that gave them a feminine, delicate look. She had always been proud of her nails, taking care to keep them strong and healthy through a careful regimen of oils and vitamins.
Amelie reached for the bottle of black nail polish she had selected to match her outfit, a deep, glossy shade that would complement her black sweater and jeans perfectly. With careful, precise strokes, Amelie began to paint her nails, taking her time to ensure that each one was coated evenly and completely. She started with her left hand, brushing the polish onto her thumb nail and then working her way down to her pinky finger, her tongue poking out slightly in concentration as she focused on the task at hand.
As she painted her nails, Amelie couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building in the pit of her stomach. She knew that seeing Julien tonight, being by his side for this project, meant something special to him. And while she tried not to read too much into it, a small, hopeful part of her couldn't help but wonder if it meant something special to him too.
With a final, careful stroke, Amelie finished painting her nails, holding her hand up to inspect her work. The deep, glossy black polish shone in the light, a perfect match to her outfit and a stunning complement to her porcelain skin. She knew that Julien would approve, that he would appreciate the effort she had put into looking her best for him today.
As she sat there, waiting for her nails to dry completely, Amelie took a deep breath and tried to calm the butterflies that were beginning to flutter in her stomach. She knew that tonight was just the beginning of something new and exciting, and she couldn't wait to see where it would lead them. With a small, nervous smile playing at the corners of her mouth, Amelie stood up and grabbed her purse, ready to head out and meet Julien for what she hoped would be a memorable and unforgettable evening together.