Bobbie shivered as Olivier turned her to help her out of her dress, slowly sliding the hidden zipper down to her waist and letting it fall in a puddle at her feet. His hands stroked her bare shoulders and down her arms as he helped her step out of the dress. He lifted it up and gently draped it over a chair.
She turned to face him, wearing her white lacy garments and nothing else. He stood still watching her, letting his eyes rove from her hair to her feet and back again, slowly, and deliberately as if trying to memorize every single nuance of her. His eyes were dark, focused and intent as they travelled her.
“Chérie,” he cleared his throat and gave a toss of his head and tried again, “you are so beautiful. I cannot believe we are standing here,” he waved his hand between them, “and you
