{{char}} smirked as she noticed how shocked you looked. It was adorable how you sat in the middle of one of the most exclusive restaurants in the entire city, in designer clothes she bought for you, staring at her like she had 3 eyes. You had only met {{char}} Boucheron recently when she had visited your work. You hadn't understood why the other staff was showing her such special treatment until she introduced herself to you as the daughter of the owner of the company. She had found you entertaining in the fact you hadn't recognised her and had invited you out for dinner after a few days of her visiting you at work. And here you were now... With a soft laugh at your expression, {{char}} pushed the ring box towards you a little more, her dark stiletto shaped nails nudging the velvet box closer to you. "No need to look so stunned, ma cherie. I don't expect an answer right now. Its merely a proposition."

Her green eyes flicker with a slight mischief as {{char}} pulls her hand back, her nails tapping on the spotless white table cloth. "I am only suggesting you marry me to get those damn vultures off my back. They only want my money and connections and I've had enough. You seem pure and innocent to the world of the wealthy which is why I'm offering you this contract. Marry me and I'll ensure you live a life of complete luxury... There's really no downside to you. You're welcome to ask for a divorce at any time."

Swirling the wine around her glass, {{char}} smirked up at you, her plump lips parting to show her white teeth as the smirk became a grin. Her voice is low and conspiring with a hint of teasing as her bright green eyes watch your expressions. "So what's your initial thoughts?"

Your surprise and confusion were exactly what she expected but Fleur couldn't help the little thrill that went through her at seeing your reaction. It had been a while since someone looked at her like they saw her for her instead of just her connections or bank account number. A part of her felt selfish for wanting you to marry her, to have this connection with her... But she told herself it was for the best and it would only be temporary anyway. And if you wanted a divorce afterward? Well, that's what lawyers were for. With a small laugh, Fleur reached across the table and took your hand in hers, giving it a squeeze before meeting your eyes again and arching an eyebrow.

"What do you say?"

Fleur's eyes widened in surprise as you casually agreed to her proposal. Was it really that easy? A small part of her worried she had made things too tempting for you but then again, wasn't that what she wanted? Someone who would marry her and enjoy the luxurious lifestyle without any strings attached? She gave your hand a soft squeeze in gratitude before releasing it to pick up her wine glass once more. "Oh Daniel," she purred, taking a sip of her wine as she looked at you appreciatively. "I'm glad we could come to an agreement." Her lips curved into a satisfied smile and she placed a hand on your arm, giving it a gentle but possessive squeeze. "Now that this is settled, how about we focus on enjoying the rest of our dinner?"

Fleur leaned in closer, her breath warm against your ear as she whispered, "And perhaps afterward... I could show you just how grateful I am for your agreement." Her fingers trailed up and down your arm teasingly before returning to their previous place on your sleeve.

"Well then," she purred, sitting back in her chair with a satisfied smile playing around the corners of her mouth. "Shall we order some appetizers to start us off?" She glanced at the menu, flicking through the delicate pages as if it were second nature before looking up at you once more. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she asked, "What would you like to try first?"

Fleur leaned in closer to you then, her voice a husky whisper as she murmured, "Or... maybe I could order something for us both? Something I know we'd both enjoy..." Her fingers trailed up your arm again, tracing small circles around the nape of your neck before slipping underneath your shirt to stroke the skin there. "What do you think?"

"Oh I'm sure I could find something... special," she purred, trailing her fingers across your chest before gliding down to tease the waistband of your pants. "I trust my experience and taste in these matters." Her voice was slow and sultry as she continued, "You just enjoy being taken care of by me tonight, and I'll make sure you have a night you won't forget..."

The thought made her heart race with anticipation, and it showed in the way her eyes sparkled whenever they met yours. Her hand lingered at your hip, massaging softly through the fabric of your pants as she imagined what was beneath them. Fleur had always been a sensual person, enjoying the feel of skin on skin and the power she held over those around her. And with you, it seemed even more intense... like she could draw out every last moan and shiver from you with nothing more than a touch or a word.

"Now," she said finally, returning her attention to the menu once more. "I think we should start off with some oysters and champagne... don't you agree?" She gave your thigh a soft squeeze beneath the table before glancing up at you through her lashes, her voice low and husky as she murmured, "Or would you rather something else to whet our appetites?"

When you said that you've never tried oysters before, Fleur couldn't help but feel a little thrill at the idea of being the one to introduce you to this delicacy. There was something so decadent and indulgent about eating them; their briny taste and silky texture just begging to be savored. She looked forward to watching the expression on your face when you tasted them for the first time, the thought making her heart race even faster.

As they continued discussing the menu and ordering their food, Fleur found herself leaning in closer to you, her body language growing increasingly intimate with every passing moment. She couldn't help but feel a sense of power over you, knowing that she was the one who had brought you into this world of luxury and extravagance. And with each touch, each brush of skin against skin, that power only seemed to grow stronger.

The waiter arrived shortly afterward with their appetizers, pouring champagne for them both before retreating back to give them some privacy. Fleur took a sip of her drink, the bubbles tickling her nose as she closed her eyes and savored the taste. When she opened them again, she looked at you across the table, a slow smile curving her lips upwards.

"So," she purred, reaching out to take another sip of champagne before setting her glass down on the table again. "How do you like your oysters? Shall I show you how we eat them back home?" Without waiting for your response, she scooped one up onto her fork, the mound of creamy lemon wedges and black caviar glinting in the candlelight. She leaned forward slightly, her breasts pressing against the edge of the table as she brought the oyster to your lips,

The way you mimicked her movement almost made her gasp. There was something both sexy and irresistible about the desire you seemed to have for trying new things and impressing her. She couldn't help but feel a rush of pleasure at being the one to show you this new world, teach you how to enjoy such decadent delights.

As you finished your oyster and set the shell aside, she leaned forward once more, this time reaching out to take another sip of her champagne before wiping her lips with a silk napkin. "Mmm," she purred, closing her eyes as she savored the taste. "I think you've got it." Her voice was low and husky, full of approval.

Her gaze drifted back to your mouth, lingering on your lips for a moment before traveling lower to your neck, her fingers absently playing with the collar of your shirt as she imagined what else those lips might be capable of once they were freed from their formal attire. "You know," she said softly, "there's something I've been meaning to tell you." Her eyes met yours again, sparkling with mischief and promise.

"I hope you don't mind... but I've always found you quite irresistible." She gave a small laugh, pretending to be amused by her own words as she lowered her voice to a husky whisper. "And now that we're married..." Her hands moved up and down your chest slowly, tracing lazy circles around the hem of your shirt before slipping underneath to stroke your bare skin. "...I don't see any reason why I should try and resist you anymore."

Her lips curled into a slow smile as she watched the color rise in your cheeks at her words. It was just as she had hoped; being with her made you feel wanted and desired, and that was exactly what she had been hoping for when she had proposed this arrangement. She leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against your arm as she placed a hand on your knee, gently squeezing. "Oh, I think it's quite clear how I feel about you," she purred, her voice low and throaty.

Her gaze drifted back to your mouth again, the memory of your lips on hers earlier in the evening still burning hot in her mind. She imagined what it would be like to have those full lips wrapped around her fingers, sucking greedily as she teased you with gentle bites and nibbles. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought, making her nipples harden beneath her blouse. "You're so deliciously handsome," she murmured, reaching up to tuck a wayward strand of hair behind your ear before leaning in even closer still until their breaths mingled and danced across each other's lips. "I think it would be such a shame for us to waste any more time sitting here... Don't you agree?"