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.” Enri laughed. “You are an absolute delight, Abby. I bet you taste as good as you look.”
    Abby looked at Enri strangely. The way he was looking at her like she was a meal and not a person made her uneasy.
    “That is a rather rude and personal question. Back off, Enri,” Javon snapped.
    “I’m just kidding around. I apologize if I have offended you. Drinks are on the house tonight. Tell Vera I said so,” Enri replied as he slapped Javon on the back and strutted away.
    “Your friend is rather odd.”
    “I guess that's one way of putting it.” Javon laughed. “I think it’s safe to say my oldest friends are also the most strange. Let’s forget about him and concentrate on each other.”
    Abby felt an uncontrollable desire to kiss Javon. She wasn't normally very bold or daring but couldn't help herself. Abby leaned over him and put her lips against his. She kissed him voraciously, tasting him like it was her last kiss. Javon touched her face tentatively, stroking her face as they kissed. His hands were slightly rough and she wished he would touch her all over. His lips were soft and the things he was doing with his tongue were exquisite. She loved it and never wanted it to end. It was very erotic, and she felt her panties get wet. Abby pulled away, out of breath.
    “My sweet Abby. You surprise me at every turn,” Javon said with a glint in his eyes.
    “Is that a bad thing?” she asked mischievously.
    “Of course not; I love surprises. Don't you?”
    “I guess it depends on the surprise.” Abby looked down at her drink and realized it was gone. Javon had barely touched his.
    ***
    “Would you like another, Abby?” he asked. Javon waved down Vera and placed another order. He loved the way Abby looked at him. The heat in her eyes showed him she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. In fact, he loved everything about her. Abby's second drink arrived. He noticed she was looking a little pink in the cheeks. “Are you okay, Abby? You're looking a little flushed.”
    “It's the alcohol. It always makes my cheeks red.”
    “You wear it quite well; you look lovely. Would you like to dance? I'm not very good, but I think it would be fun.”
    “I'm not very good either. Rhythm has eluded me my whole life. But tonight, I don't care. Let's dance.”
    Javon and Abby walked out on the dance floor as the song turned slow. Javon pulled Abby close to him and took her hand. She laid her head against his chest. Javon felt his chest tightening. Every touch of his just ignited her passion and was becoming more difficult to control. Javon swayed with her until the song ended. Abby looked up at him and he thought they might kiss but then the music started again; a fast pumping beat. The other dancers danced wildly and Abby tried her best to mimic what she saw around her. They danced a few more songs until Abby was out of breath. She looked up into his eyes.
    “I want to leave and be alone with you.” Abby said to Javon, but as soon as the words left her mouth, he could tell she felt embarrassed as she blushed and looked away.
    Javon smiled. “I thought you'd never ask.”
     
     

 
     
     
    Chapter 8
    France 1634
    “Do you really have to go?” Lady Mary Gentry asked, fluttering her eyelashes. She knew giving him that look almost always worked to get her way. Mary and Maurice sat outside under a tree with a picnic lunch, enjoying each other's company. It was a pleasant spring day and they were enjoying the outdoors.
    “Mary, I would love nothing more than to sit with you all day. You love me, and that is an amazing thing, but I am not of your class. I need to make a good impression on your father.”
    Maurice knew he was a lucky man to have found a woman of such standing to accept him, even though he could not afford the luxury she was used to. How would she feel if they were married and she gave up all her finery?
    “But hunting is so uncivilized. This is the 1634; surely we are beyond killing for